Portrait of Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (1865-1932) by John Singer Sargent, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons she loves my brother yet insists on teasing me only in dreams is she mine satin sheen shimmers prettily wrapped package rests, waits to be opened violet eyes mesmerize with asp’s arrogance kisses steal it all away I think…
Category: poetry
dVerse Q170 (2nd one) — Datura’s Symphony
Datura, pale, mute blossom, listens inthe cold, dark purple night, as the moon stays a lost prisoner in towered clouds.She eschews silence; instead yearnsfor dreamed notes in her stone cavern: lost music’s echoed strains of moaned liquid silk and vermillion-scented sins. 2nd on for Linda’s dVerse prompt of “music” for a quadrille
dVerse Q170 — Song of Spring
Music me with season’snotes, cast bright light streams that alchemize dark, dispel; bringing not leaves butarrivals, fresh green sprung. Butter dandelion mop tops ascend as first bee manna;crocus buds bowl to striped lilac, thawed humus notes tickle my pinked ivory nose. Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Linda says:write a…
Tanka Tuesday 307 — Cupid’s Season
love, rearrange; alchemize life in my heart’s ossified veins may liquid rose flow as burgeoning joy in Spring’s fresh rains Compression form poem Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says: This week’s challenge is Synonyms Only. That means you have to select synonyms for the two words below. You can’t use the…
dVerse — Prosery — Empty Promise
This year’s a different thing, – I’ll not think of you. — Charlotte Mew, from “I so liked spring” Five years ago: “I swear, they wait until I fall asleep to come in and do their pusher, scavenger, and vampire duties,” you whisper from the rumpled bed. The dark circles under your eyes match the…
dVerse MTB — A City Gutted By War (2nd one)
Lost in War represented in all that rubble the only frontier you have left in tones alternately pleading and hostile laws condemn us to boredom as if the only hope of compensation lay in what was property-lined and speed-limited and zoned scorched and smashed remnants of the past the county letterhead warning them the happiest…
dVerse MTB — Catch a Man Out of the Sky
“The Fall of Icarus” Catch a man out of the sky with a soft and, she feared, insane longing heard snatches of the glassy sound she looked down and saw the snakes drag strength into his body from the universe the church sheltered their ancient nest The man wore a giant yoke language she had…
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