We met, loved, cared for, fought, hurt laughed cried but Irreplaceable memories we etched The happiness you lent me That I hold debt That can’t be returned completely So let me cover you if it’s sunny, Be your shade if it’s raining And If you…
Category: Marathon Poem
3 AM – A Love Letter to Myself
Little man, be soft, be tough– be the feather bed and catch your loved ones when they fall. Little man, be soft, be tough– outstretch your hands and wipe the dirt off someone else’s shirt. Little man, be soft, be tough– use your…
Hour 18–No Promises
If medication sorely helps And keeps at bay my muse’s yelps then I might perk a bit upright to forge ahead into the night through moonlight’s bite and midnight’s roar aloft across our salty shore that I may place a word or two to help…
#Prompt 18 – 2023
The Witch at No 45 It’s best to stay home when the sun goes down To not venture out and roam around Not to risk the breathy embrace As old Nelly Dean haunts still haunts her place The house many think of a sweet home-from-home…
The Baby Ghost of 18th Street
(This was a catchy title, was it not.) Welcome, I’m narrator Melson with an M, Not Nelson with an N. This is not a fucking joke I should not even be telling you about this story Because one day I will have to pay the…
Visits (Prompt 18)
The veil is thin between here, now there and now, there and then I have been visited from whatever might be termed the other side benevolent, mischievous, timely encounters I have come to appreciate There are things we cannot see unexplainable, palpable moments in time;…
Rachnoc Haiku 18 Hour 18
Brown, green weedy sludge, Locks on coral grapsed, salt thighs, He cuts at the flesh.
Unprotected
UNPROTECTED Unprotected You entered my world Our hearts racing UNPROTECTED You treated me8f0 Like I owed you every breath Unprotected Your ego in charge Your pleasure- Your sole priority Unprotected My body entangled in the chains of your rage Hopeless with no escape
Hawthorn at Paddington Meadows
It’s August still and yet the field edges are unseasonably alight. Great stands of hawthorn hedges, the most ancient in all of Cheshire, loaded so heavily with scarlet fruit bend over you, into the wet wildflower meadows created in the crook of the River Mersey,…
Rachnoc haiku 17 hour 17
Sorry it was stuck in drafts Maid’s limbs elongate, Suckers escalate, marine, Sea weed smothers walls.