It's Still Life

Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic”
by VC Andrews (pg 18 iBook version).
 

Momma was
fairy-tale fresh.
A pearly knotted glide.
She was small. And
intimate.

I need another bath.
And a splashy dress.

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for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 6 “After (blank)“

Afterwards

After we hit that pheasant on Balcombe Road,
and I uttered that tongue-stuttering Nooooooo,
and you muttered something not fit for reading,

I thought of my mother-in-law,
God bless and keep her,

who in similar circumstance would’ve pulled
the car off the road, retrieved the pheasant,
and when home popped it into a big pot with
celery, carrots, fennel, and a knob of ginger.

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