Category: Miz Q
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Miz Quickly’s 21 August
The Reappearance of Errant Articles I’m rewriting a grocery liston a piece of paper.I fold it.Misplace it.Rewrite it. Milk Eggs Rubbishy veg for soup Seems there’s a river flowingthrough me that washes mymemory away – not forever,as if like wind, but just a meeksmallish river that cycles backinto…
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Miz Quickly’s 20 August
Amongst the Blood of Gods I don’t deny my feet a winding path.I take a step. Hear the crack of driedwitness to the ages – these trees thatreach cathedral tall. Heavy and quiet. Like a wood-paneled room with birdswatching from wind-creaking limbs.The air is stiff. Crinkled. Centuries old. No one. But me here. Notwithstanding…
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Miz Quickly’s 19 August
Bones On The Beach Those bleached white bones there,I can’t help wonder what you werebefore you became unrecognisable.What curdling horror took you.What oxygen clotting grip closedon your taut sinewed neck.Did the air smell like metal, andwas terror in the pit of your voicesthat interrogated your choices –to flee this way or that way, andwas the…
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Miz Quickly’s 18 August
If Fishes Were Wishes, I’d be Italian If I were Italian,all my grandchildrenwould call me Nona,and I’d make lotsa and lotsapasta in a magicalcooking pot.But I’m not.Italian.So I’m staring at these chipsand this filleted fish,making wish after wishthat I was.Italian. Miz Quickly’s 18 August prompt throws us a hook. Photos. Tie these photos to fairytales, she…
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Twiglet #240 & Miz Quickly’s 17 August
Dawn’s Ocean That view, bright as thick-skinned lemonsand sharp as winter.The sun soon rising intoafternoon heat, and dawn’s ocean opensto its faint horizon, as if proof were needed that night is made for the burning of stars. Written for 1) Miz Quickly’s 17 August, 2) lemon photo prompt, and…
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Miz Quickly’s 16 August “Photo”
My Purse I have a purseThat’s the absolute worst.It smells of fishAnd I really do wishThat I could unloadThis pelican purse. for Miz Quickly’s 16 August “photo” prompt, and shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Miz Quickly’s 15 August
Summertime 1969 We just called her Janis. She wasrough water, and she made everysummertime after I heard her raspingbirdsong voice a return to my youth. She had a course edge that on a turnwent drowsy and flushed, rock andrhyme. It made us stoney and wildas an angel’s trumpet, or a breath of disorderly air. Notes…
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Miz Quickly’s 14 August
Always Look on the Bright Side of a Hill I’ve never been able to walk up this hillwithout pausing midway to catch my breath. He knows that at roughly the same spot I’ll stop and pretend to look at some weed with its blossom hinged off toward sunlightas he waits for me to wheeze in its…
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Miz Quickly’s 13 August “Empty”
The Dragonfly and The Blackbird Dragonfly so fragile, lands. Dainty as evening bells, or night bees in the lavender.Electric sheen that vibrates, and then, an eye locks sight. It’s such a small red dot. Eyes, wings, black, and riotous air. Tender kiss, snatch and catch. And gone. The air’s much emptier for its loss. Sorrowfully empty as a floating mote.…
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Miz Quickly’s 12 August: Take 2
The Rise of the River Arun The water just kept risingThe water racing to the seaThe sea, a sprawling brimThe sea, a solitude’s realmA realm of whip-quick wavesA realm of oar and strokeStroke across this surging waterStroke it like a scimitarScimitar of a lion’s clawScimitar to slice the deepDeep into its primal judderDeep into its…
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