It's Still Life

And It's Lizard Couplets

The house leaks light 
out the window, across 

dewy grass sparkling like 
small stars as heat ripples 

off the tin roof. A lizard 
stretches long on a stone, 

eyes the colour of burnt sugar, 
it’s as alert as an Aztec warrior. 

The bowl of water and melon 
I place by the back door sends 

the lizard running into the 
shade of undergrowth. 

I hadn’t expected this would 
be the highlight of the day. 

And that was all there was 
to say about Wednesday. 

These poems are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s Last Small Prompt. 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.