The Glen

In a glen On the far side of town Stood a cottage Just beyond the tree line If you find yourself struck With hunger or lethargy Come in for a porridge Or a nap on the trundle You will welcome the heat From a bottle…

Heat of Summer Suns

With the heat given out by a firefly in a bottle,  shards are broken, bomb and knife,  the splinter of senses,  The litany of evil deeds,  that pour forth from the TV sets  into houses where reaction is less compassion now,  more of lethargy.  These mayfly…

Hour 9: Reverie

A strange lethargy overcomes me As I sit outside in the heat I lift up my bottle of water Staring at the treeline past my feet. I zoom into the cottage To eat a bowl of porridge so bland I mask the lack of flavor…

Firefly-Hour 9

There is a Firefly in a bottle Rattling It wears a strange mask Of wonder As it zooms back and forth The heat of the cottage Midsummer Is unbearable The tree-line barely visible against the dark sky The firefly lands In the bottle bottom Looking…

Mine Very Short Love Story

I got goosebumps at midnight, when he held me tight. We looked each other being lost in each other side. millions of days are gone Now he says hold our baby’s finger tight.

Hot tub

Water rushes and rises filling up the tub heat flowing steam flying squeak, now that’s enough   and then the smooth surface begins to ebb with the touch of a button the jets are kicking in dip yourself in the water melt your stress as…

White Spider

I’m not afraid of spiders – Maybe because they are so manipulative and beguiling – Maybe because of their silken webs – Or because they are vulnerable if you stick your finger through their webs and they swing away on a string and fold themselves…

Hour 8: Emoji Thoughts

Facebook added a seventh emoji a few months ago, the Care emoji So now there are: Like, Love, Care, haha, wow, sad, and angry What about a ‘nervous’ emoji, or a ‘feeling frisky’ emoji Or ‘buzzed’, ‘dumb-ass’, ‘last straw’, ‘super-fucking cool’, or ‘hot-diggidy dog’ There…

Poetry Marathon Submission #8

The Storm Ann WJ White Shears of wind whinge up and around the ledges of mountains. Atop, cream-filled clouds pass lazily over meadows, gathering, waiting for the sultry heat to arrive and blend currents faster effort. Indeed, bend the currents out of place, heat the…

Escaped

Cottage doors slam behind A firefly lit treeline illuminates the cobblestones My bottle of whiskey transported to my belly Warm, a strange warm   Absent flames give off no heat I can still taste the damp porridge she tried to feed me Lethargy settles in…