Snow is a wonderful thing, it makes the little children sing, and falls from the heavens, like a gift from above, snow can never be an imperfect love. They say there can never be two alike, as streaks of light mercilessly strike, barren earth,…
Category: Marathon Poem
18 // algal bloom
we watch the lake turn green it’s not something we see happening we can only tell it’s happened by knowing that earlier the lake wasn’t this green the algae –and here is where I struggle to write it—materialises right out of the water and before…
Moon
Moon showing its True self.. Revealing in totality No hiding Moon reflection Of my mind Bright and radiant Complete and wholesome bare and naked.
Jaguar
The soft padding of paws slip through the jungle growth, pushing aside dinner-plate leaves and pressing Crayola flower in the sponge below them. The mirror glow above a scenting nose is all the warning given as the crouch becomes a leap and a heartbeat…
The Yawn
Hey, watch where you point that thing You know it’s dangerous Were all adults here And you know what it does to us Now that you’ve got it started That chain reaction, the ripple effect You have us all in the middle of a yawn…
Furry Monstrosity
I stretch out my legs and stiffen my back, a full body stretch to wake me up after every nap, covered in fur, that matches my purr, I have sharp teeth for lovable nibbles, and am often mistaken for a vicious animal, Friends, some long…
(Hour 18) 15.30pm-16.30pm. PROMPT, genre/theme: “prose/animal”
Hmmm this was tough… the not-so-scary chezzy bear he isn’t a big scary bear : he’s my sweet chezzybear : dread bearded beautiful boy poochybear wins the heart : of all who meet or greet him : even the hearts of those utterly heartless humans : who…
Quiet #6
The train arrives and we get on quickly. All of us in our best dresses, tight bows in our curly hair. We try to ignore the shoving and jostling, as we talk to each other in half-murmured whispers. An aura of solemnity cloaking us, distinctly…
Hour 18 – Prose with Breaks
The Heart of a Hunter Proud feline heritage in a very tiny package. She stalks the moth as if it were her dinner; catching it, she spits it out and mewls. Her need for love is balanced by her desire to be ferocious, and every…
Cat
Affectionate in great heights Yet humbly in its ways Silently moving surely no sounds emanating As if a passerby just passed in no noise at all Cuddling in every season Admiring much in great ways Cuddling in a master a human being…