Category: Poetry
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Miz Quickly’s 2 July
Not Everything Deserves a Title Even after looking up the definition, I don’t understand Id unless it’s to do with eating spoonfuls of Nutella straight out of the jar. ©️ Misky 2019. for Miz Quickly’s Id prompt of 2 July
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for Miz Quickly 6 July
To Wake in the Middle of Ages Oh, to those renaissance spies of wit and disguise, who hid in their fruit’s finest perfumes. Who hid in overripe stains of grapes, soiling their fine textiles. They churned earth underfoot, and kissed the soles of feet. Spread thoughts that shook the jowls, and kept their secrets clamped-shell…
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for July’s Visual Verse
The Magnetic Ms Stella I called her Ms Stella. No reason. Just did. She was supposed to be a metal art installation. I started by grave-robbing contents of the junk drawers. Found a big magnet, a zygote lump of lead that pulled and tugged iron like a Siren’s song. First came, 2 screws, 4 bolts,…
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4 July 2019
STRIDE Heat has soaked the house, the sun is bare and brash, and there’s a bumblebee, hardly alive, hauling its bulk on pin-thin legs that are too frail for support. This is the third bee I’ve seen today. The third to die before my eyes. It stopped my stride and held my heart. …
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The Wind Changed
1 July: The weather turned on Sunday. Saturday was hot. Sunday the wind changed, and the clouds rolled in. Then it rained. Heaven opened, and drowned us. THE WIND CHANGED ON SUNDAY I remember Sundays as sin-free. I’d put on my best dress. My best shiny black shoes. A bit of small change in my…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 29: Magpie
Magpie I’m sitting on a limb, watching a man reading a newspaper. From way up here I have a wide view of Sunday. North a few blocks, and ten miles south to the coast. The man reading the newspaper wears a gold ring. It’s sunshine-bright. I want that ring. for Miz Quickly’s Day…
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Once Upon the Fumes of Night
Once Upon the Fumes of Night I belong to a full moon, a face of an angel that rides the tops of trees. Sleek as blond silk. It follows me in peace until the sun comes up, that glaring invisible scar that’s thirsty as salt. ©️ Misky 2019 Inspired by the poem “As I…
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Miz Quickly’s Words
Easy I married a fella whose thick hair is the colour of vanilla. That man can always make me laugh. He has an easy way about him. Breezy. Buzzing. Not buzzy-pesty. More like busy-buzzy. But those eyes; dark as carbon and wise as all creation. And the man can cook. ©️ Misky 2019 Miz Quickly’s…
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Miz Quickly’s Triplets
Sometimes the Sun Shines This is not paradise – it just rained, the humidity is on the rise, again. An ascension. It’s not a great saviour. I miss hummingbirds. Seagulls, that’s all we have. A few blue tits. Don’t forget slugs – it’s the rain, again. Clear. Warm. Clouds of true white silk. The beech…
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Miz Quickly’s Alchemy
Egg Alchemy It’s all about that last egg. Stashed like a pearl, a gem hurled like a ball to the back of the fridge. In the outfield. And so I fried it. On toast it sits with bits of ham. A spill of golden yolk. Oh man. Oh man, now we’re talking. Wow. Pass the…
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