Pandemic

    Pandemic     Mask who you have become because you can not let lethargy be around the next corner.   Make the most of pandemic. Zoom like you mean it.   Tinkerbelle will lead a strange brigade of lonely fireflies above the treeline…

The Maypole – School Celebration, 5th Hour

5th Hour The May Pole – School Celebration   The May Pole, a celebration of Spring, Of things to come, of things to bring And respite in the glare of the Sun. To decorate the schoolyard with fun, With ribbons and flowers for everyone. The…

Poem Marathon 9th Submission

A Mysterious Party Ann WJ White The country cottage, surrounded by evening light, is host to the many fireflies, nightbirds and shadowed creatures. The building wears a mask of civility under the languid heat of summer night. Strange voices project from the treeline. Stars hold…

#9

You must not Think much of me If you think Pursing you’re lips tightly While holding your breath hardly As you kiss me Hello Keeps the barley from bursting out.

Child – Prompt 9

This is not the first time I’ve escaped my capture in a bottle on a dewy summer’s night The air thick like a sticky porridge   A child trapped me once She emerged from the nearby cottage.   I remember the heat of her sticky…

9. First Shift by The Sea

Translated from The Book of Lycan Poetry Strange. Dost thou feel strange, Wolf? The shifting of the tides, mayhaps? The time is near. Lunata, in her glory, rises into that endless, beautiful swath of black. T’would be your first vison of her since fangs were…

For what?

Under the light of the moon Silver and unsure I ponder What was it all for? The gatekeeping The anger The hate The superiority complex The sun and the moon Both celestial beings Each wonderful In their own ways But they share the sky Giving…

hour 9 prompt 9 – loathly zoom meetings

prompt 9 hour 9 loathly zoom meetings   staring at the tree line hovering just beyond the strange drone of the zoom meeting lulling me in this heat into lethargy trapped like porridge in a bottle and just as willing to move.   I mask…

The Speck

The path from the cottage to the seaside is usually quiet and solitary. But today a boy sits on the grass watching me. I start as a speck getting larger in the distance and I see him a speck on the grass morphing into a…

Hour 9

There is a general lethargy towards yet another Zoom call   Our lives reduced to screens though some of us have abandoned the screens in favor of summer’s heat   It is a strange time people fight over the right to not wear a mask…