Moisture builds on my hands like dew on mountain foliage I smile nervously at the girl with curly hair in the seat next to me The stewardess sounds like the adults on Charlie Brown as they relay safety protocols The runway starts to slide behind…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Coldblood
A youth was shot dead by a policeman in cold blood Other youths raged! Demanding for justice! The street stood still for its fallen hero Tears flowed freely Sadly Followed by a candlelit procession led by over a thousand youths
Wearing a Mask
In this time of COVID-19, Loneliness creeps in to the farthest recesses making it difficult, if not impossible to stay connected to stay positive to remain part of something bigger. Not often am I concerned about having control allowing the natural course of things Social…
Summer Nights (20th Hour 2020)-prompt
The cascading indigo dusk would blanket the summer’s eventide While orange yellow lights would glow in the skies Slowly in a rhythm one by one they would shine A magnitude of beetles glorifying the evening’s lullabies A real life rendition of van Gogh’s starry night…
Prompt #20: God’s Everlasting Light
In the dark of night when the demons slip in and out of dreams A dim light is off in the distance. In the night sky stars twinkle to remind us that we are a part of something larger. When we are in the dark…
What If Alice…?
Always paid attention to her studies? Never had time for white rabbits carrying pocket-watches and white kid gloves? Never knew that Dinah was more than just a cat? What if Alice never wondered what might be down rabbit-holes or beyond mirrors? Would the Kings and…
We live that word
She lifts me with her laugh leaving me longing for more ways to bring her joy We join in song, voices dancing like dolphins dipping across crested waves Her heart holds a capacity for caring and kindness akin to tales of saints Her eyes are…
Apolemia
They begin in single file possibly as breeders with a clone already attached they leave their cars in schoolyards and then again in carparks until they arrive in supermarkets pushing carts with kids in them round the aisles and what looked like one or two…
H.19 – Community
I pull the net up, heave after heave, l am a small clog in the machine, one of many, with an empty belly, working for a meal. We land the fish , the boats full, many hands maning the oars take us to shore, together,…
Poem 7, Prompt 19
blue blue spaghetti tendrils, squidlike, bluebottle, apolemia (apparently) wide eyes, the thing can see, stingray vision, popeye traversing the ocean a voyager, a hunter, a predator, a pirate, captain tentacle alien of the ocean, stranger of the seas, siphon of the deep it’s real and…