Blow On Through
A glass of tepid water
and two aspirin.
There’s that old crow picking
my skull into tiny bones.
A simmering cranial gap
on a steep slope. Bare trees.
A footbridge pinned down
in reeds and a shallow creek.
You’re a kingdom of rot.
Creak in my bed. Uninvited.
You gave no signs, you just
picked a way into my head.
A simmering luminesce,
winter’s black crow mood.
How could I miss the clues.
Winter has no compass, it fills
the air with mystic frost, and
thick clouds separating blue.
It’s a simple tint, a simple
storm that blows itself out.
Combining Miz Quickly’s Day 27 and Miz Quickly’s Day 8 “Two Rooms” prompt, and pulling two contrasting stanzas together with two more connecting ones. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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5 responses to “Miz Quickly’s Day 27: Linking Stanzas”
Well written. Rotten old crow. No wonder we get crow’s feet!
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Thank you, Hobbo!
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“Winter has no compass, it fills
the air with mystic frost,…” I really like those lines.
Picked the very last of my veggies from my small garden. Wanted to get them before the frost which will come all too soon. Going to make some salsa with green tomatoes and some small rainbow peppers.
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Your salsa sounds yummy.
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I’ll add garlic and onion and maybe some red (Hot) pepper seed/flakes 😀
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