PA Day 23: “Social (blank)”.
Social Isolation and Weird Dreams about Wales
look at these veins
laced along my legs,
a juicy damson colour.
hold fast my heart; I am
airborne on faithless
wings of dreams, and
the weather’s turning
into a wringing storm.
thunder drums, and
wind’s bugle blows.
nightfall stirs dreams
of rainy brined air, and
I am glad to wake –
to leave behind Wales,
its hard-hurled language.
glad to leave its
Seventh Seal mono-
chrome game,
and its widow-making
gloom. glad to just
bloody well wake up.
for NaPoWriMo Day 23: shape of a letter
The H’ Chair
have a seat.
take a load off.
Cup of tea?
White with sugar?
Tea cake?
The supermarket gave them to me
in exchange for a kilo of plain flour,
which they didn’t have in stock.
Reckon my “shopper” was testing
the “which came first theory –
the chicken or the egg”
… “the bun or the flour”
Yes, that chair is uncomfortable,
but then you’re not staying long,
so what the H’.
#porchprompts “open a book, write from the
first sentence that catches your imagination”
. . . . . working
©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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