Hour Twenty-Two, Ekphrastic
Circumlocution
Round and round we go
I see you watching me while
watching you watch me
Bedtime Story
“Big as a house it was!
I never knew goldfish had teeth
Until that moment.
I’d gone from predator to prey
Diving the depths of that
Florida bay.
I was but a nibble.
The manatee he ate was
A much better portion.
And that’s how I escaped.”
Little Charlie giggled.
“Grandpa, there’s no such thing.”
“Oh, but there is!
And that is why, sweet boy,
we never let goldfish
Swim in the toilet.”
Prompt twentytwo
He watched her but she knew he was there
She was no fool to a quick drawn affair
A muse she had been
Since 14 years old
Many an artist painted her bones
But she sought more than a brush could give
Playing to the night
romance and danger to live
but alas her coy nature
landed again in the artists picture
hour nineteen
I am wearing the big heavy boots
to pull me down,
the door opens
and slowly i climb down the stairs.
You are carrying the hopes of the whole of humanity on your shoulders,
Harry shouts into my earpiece.
I could have done without those encouragements.
My rucksack is so heavy.
I reach the ground, and move aside,
two bags are thrown after me.
The hopes of the whole of humanity, i think.
Am just looking for a bit of water to save us all from drought.
I love this planet,
very sandy,
not a lot of light too far from the sun.
but empty, only me,
shame about the big heavy boots.
Unblemished Face
Unblemished Face
Hidden emotions deep behind
Otherwise unblemished face
Small eyes looking for light from some dark corner
Lips mistimed a quiver
Patience shifting to the slender limbs
Sauntering towards an end.
Hour 22
The Midas Touch
The Midas touch hast made me eternal,
Such is thy pleasure and fillest my soul
Brimming with freshness of life.
At the enigmatic touch of thy hands
My lil, bleak heart loses its limits
In ecstasy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy Pandora gifts, though days pass and,
Still pourest and still there is room to fill.
I lil know how sing, my Sweets, but
Thy deep brown eyes speak in silent amazement.
Thy sparkling eyes illumine my world.
The holy gaze of our deep rooted love breaks
Though all social bondings and rushes on.
Thou hast captive my heart in the web of thy circle, my master!
Thy living touch upon all my limbs,
Have rendered my body so pure.
Shall keep the truth hidden, till the
End of life, as the kindled reason in my mind.
I plea for a moment’s occupancy to search thy side.
Tete-e-tete and dedicate our life in overflowing leisure.
Shunning away all burdens, I bow to thee,
Where thou keepest company, my desires from thee
Are many and has been wrought through and through.
24×7 I languidly wander in dreams for search of thee
By my side, an uncertain desire, keenly awaiting for thee
To shower thyself into my wide open arms.
Sweets you fill my soul wit thy silence.
Thy perfect sweetness had blossomed
In the depth of my heart!
Oh! My Sweets, the gates of the Direction’s heart
Are opine for thee; I implore thee to
pass like an unfathomable dream.
Alabaster
Alabaster cinched in ebony velvet
A golden comb glitters, worked to match jeweled straps
Ever patient unruffled she waits
Delicate carmine nostrils and lips
Never flare or curl
But she’s been holding that fan for hours and she
Leans on her free hand, fingers stretched over the hidden edge
Wrist slightly twisted
Leave your friends a moment
Trace your fingers lightly through her silken velvet as you
Pass your hand across her bodice
Encircle her waist
She wears your ring after all and this little
Pleasure from you brings
Rose petals and porcelain together upon her
Cheek and precious breast
Leave your friends a moment
She’s tired
Alabaster can grow so cold
This is Halloween
my face is
lit up like
a jack-o-
lantern smiling but
hollow the
insomnia eats
my brain my
bones creak
with every
step we
have all the
parts we
need to
make
monsters
of
ourselves
HOUR10
Red
Red, much red in the green forest.
It wasn’t a painter’s watercolour, it was
fire, real fire devouring nature.
Animals were fleeing,
trees were crying for help
and birds sang their last song.
But humans finally appeared
and the red was dispelled.
And so, the fresh green was saved!
Rhonda
Rhonda, my love.
This dress does you honor.
Revealing your soft, alabaster skin
The velvet is the perfect foil
To you auburn hair.
Rhonda, my dear
It gives me great pleasure
To take you to supper with me
Afterwards as we stroll past the shops
We will have a bit of ice cream to eat.