An innocent sip too late awareness dawns – spiked! Nausea rolls in room spins assailant offers a hand, a ride, the regal miss shakes her
Category: poetry
Nonchalant
Duck’s disposition I admire – to glide, sail through rainy weather. (For Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku challenge: swim & float. Image from personal collection.)
The Key
Found a key stashed away forgotten origin unknown purpose equally mysterious an inkling seeping regret – too late realization dawns – I’m the keeper and
Past Ripe
Fertile is love – an ancient fruit tree soft and up-giving were life root almost too wet – moony world Secret: I wither, am stone
No More Than a Sparrow
No more than a sparrow, am I numbered among the ordinary; brightly I sing, though inwardly shy of people and shadows I am wary. Numbered
Scarlet, As a Song
A trill, a flash of red, note unmistakeable – loves echoes scatter through the air hearts soar… (Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly challenge is
