It's Still Life

I. (for AprPAD ___ Thread)

A Garden Thread

Those stepping stones, he said,
are gravestones. Shallow graves.
The brick wall is a pirate’s plank,
and there are fangs
in the laurel bush, and
a spy at the bedroom window.
The apple trees have ears
— shhhhh, he listens,
trees talk to the robins, but
for him, words come
from speaking ears, and
he says this is a boy’s garden, and
his sister frosts a cake with sand.

II. (for TLT: Reflection)

The cat watches its every movement.
In the mirror. A twitch. It’s haunted
by its tail.

III. (for Twiglet #72)

I fill a box with dreams by day
and as I sleep,
it empties.

It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.