dVerse Poetics — Lunch on Peacock Island

Lunch on Peacock IslandUpon velvet rose morning,before slab of green marble,a rice paper pale peahen with lustrous copper hairshade-bathed, a-blanketedunder neatly trimmed willow;impatient small wood nympha-wait for her fiery skipper.His wake preceded him.She stepped aboard beforethe dinghy touched sandand off she, her picnic basket, and wandering skipper cut through duckweed to Peacock Island’s fragrant speckled…

dVerse MTB Thursday — The Ballad of First Sight

The Ballad of First Sight HimStill trapped by single lifeAt thirty-five years oldDecide to hook a wifeOn cherished marriage showStill live with mom and popYet wait til “I do”s doneBecause I’m dumb and hotAnd looking for some fun.Still smile the way her jawDropped when I dropped my loadWe’re married now by lawShe thinks that I’m…

dVerse Q251 — Bonfire

Bonfire Marshmallows,puffed up squishy gangs,want to stay that way; But as is in the way of things,their pasty conglomerationis not to remain. Skewer-stabbed, one by one,soft white skin chars,blackened and crisped,force compressionedbetween chocolateand grahaminto goo. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, where we are to write a 44-word poem using some form of…