It's Still Life

And Just …

after we lost faith
in sandbags,
and the river broke
its bank,

the rain came down
hard as marbles

and

the mud
was runny
spit
in an old man’s beard,

there came clowns
on bicycles,
who pedalled
right through
our puddle-jumping town

and

then they disappeared
around the bend –
and there’s really not more to tell.

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And just for a bit of clowning around, here’s a Mechanical Marble Music video for you.

These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.