Category: Miscellaneous
Prompt Hour 7
ABILITY I thought I could become a Mathematician Till I came across Differentiability I thought I could become a Chemist Till I came across Malleability I thought I could become a cook Till I came across palatability I thought I could be a gymnast…
Hour 19
Blankets Pillows Comfort My perfect space
Hour 19 – Stars
Stars The inky abyss punctured by light from eons away Looked the same by all who came before We watched together, drawing our stories in the sky Until the time comes that we reach for them. Now, the world looks to them with…
24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 19: A Tribute to William Wordsworth “Falling”
I was overcome with awe, beholding the depth of the cliff below The whitecaps like the tiny slices of, lace from my mother’s workshop ago The impending doom of the rocks severe cluttering my dreams each night And now I am a man and…
Who I am1am
I heard that you’ve been going around town talking like you know me- when it is plainly obvious that you know nothing I am a strong person I’ve had to be in order to deal with the shit hand life gave me I am independent…
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;…
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,…