Saturday Futsal

Chirp the ref’s whistle sounds Five green girls face off  against five grey boys Sweat runs down red faces  “Ugh,” kick, thwap Ball hurtles down the court ”Go green!” The goalie stretches and leaps THUD The crowd erupts

Farewell to You (Hour 4)

Molasses eyes, vertiginous depths, tender in gaze, opened to me, abated my fear, born inside. Velvet hands of strength smoothed my tears; you spoke of hope and held me close. Distance called, left me cold, until heaven claimed you, and the earth kept you. Scarring…

Mysterious She

With a series of follies She was to agonize But otherwise She was, One amongst the Wise With the sparkle in her eyes Unseen were her tries And a mouth full of lies Unheard were her cries To the broken ties She said goodbyes But…

Butterfly House, London

So delicate, these little winged beings. They sip sweet nectar from orange slices and then they launch into the air. In the tent outside the museum, they are protected from London’s rain and traffic. Here, people of all ages, point and laugh, marveling at the…

Nuptual Lament

Deja Vu I’m sorry what’s your name? Whos wedding is this again? Meet me in the alley. Wanna make out?

Hour 4, Prompt 5: Cycle of Life

  Sweet nectar breathes life into a dark, dreary day As the moth reflects on his changes From a small caterpillar, crawling high on the orange tree branches To the moth now sucking the orange juices to subsist A dichotomy exists; the cycle of life…

The Copper Bar

The copper bar When polished correctly Could reflect your face The copper bar Held up Our drinks, food, sleepy heads and dreams The copper bar Was neutral ground Where we were all equal The copper bar Was where I sat As I watched the storm…

Raspberries [3 – #senses #walk]

The sun never gets too hot on the west side; instead of vineyards we had raspberry fields; acre after acre of tangled vines. In other towns, the trucks smell of black exhaust but here, the trucks trail the scent of ripe raspberries as they roar…

Sachet

The spices were fresh picked From the garden this morning And having been washed and dried Now lay in the summer sunshine To dry As I finished wiping my hands On my apron I saw the butterfly Land gently Upon the spiced orange slices Which…