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.
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