It's Still Life

Craving is …

… a fragile ring of ice
forming at the edge of the birdbath,
and still all you can think of
is ice cream, and

… your bed, when your eyes
won’t stay open, even though
police cars and sirens
bluster from the TV, and

… when you want to stop
eating red meat, but
there’s a thick rib eye steak
in the freezer, and

… when you long for spring’s
La Fée Verte absinthe’s colour,
but autumn reigns, leaves dropping
from bare trees, and

… your touch.
Any time, day or night.

Written for PAD (poem-a-day challenge) Day 17 “Crave” and RDP “Cosy“. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.