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Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge #15
Originally posted on It's Still Life: The Commonality of Layers The rain that binds was medicine,acid burnt and limping beige.Memories pressed between. Cut and cropped like lacywings prised off butterflies.A cult of layers for a girl who caught a butterflyin her hands. Held it tight, rightnear her ear. But when she couldn’thear it breathe,she…
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Miz Quickly’s Randoms
To Jump on the Wrong Parade Time is a fugitive,a swift hand,sunbeams,the leaven in dough.Time is change,a sprung coil,a once loved.It’s a day,a lifetime,a reach.It’s sand pouring blind on everything but itself.It’s barren.Bleak.And ultimately triumphant. Inspired by Bibliomancy’s “to jump on the wrong parade” and Miz Quickly’s Sunday Random prompt © Misky 2021
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Miz Quickly’s Photo Prompt
Immediate Backup Out there in the backyard there’sa whole other life under foot,besides winter weather that is, there’s snow-clogged groundwith sprigs of green rising upfrom mud-soaked sleep, and early spring sunshine lickinga sheen off stones, but there’salso a plump duck sinking into snow who’s ringing the station,“Officer down,” he calls, andasks for immediate backup. for…
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for dVerse Quadrille #121
A Hint of Sky Blue There’s a sudden ripin the clouds, as ifone hand pulls from the other, an unclasping,a division,the way winter departs from spring,orleaves fall from limbs. And then the clouds return as one.An embrace. Rejoined.And snow falls again. for dVerse Quadrille #121 “embrace” © Misky 2021
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for Miz Quickly Random Sunday, (except it’s Monday)
A poem ending with a line from “Family Portrait” by Hafizah Geter That Wretched Wind Out of the North At first it was a flake here, then it was a flake there,falling like random thoughts, then camethat stinging scent of snow, anda smear of white clinging on the north faceof the…
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Miz Quickly’s Savour
A Long Music There are years in this hour,a life savoured for the eating. Rain is never spoilt by a shower,nor winter ruined by a blossom. This vine of life, this twisted light,is every mother’s long borne day. The dark and grow and low of it all.The dust and old and comfort of it all.…
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With a Proverbial Grain
The Prose of Romance with Miz Quickly I think Mum secretly wanted to travel, but since she didn’t know how to drive, she had to go where dad wanted to go, and usually, that was fishing, however, Mum dedicated Saturdays to the public library, and she always brought home a few books about travel, which…
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Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge #15
The Commonality of Layers The rain that binds was medicine,acid burnt and limping beige.Memories pressed between. Cut and cropped like lacywings prised off butterflies.A cult of layers for a girl who caught a butterflyin her hands. Held it tight, rightnear her ear. But when she couldn’thear it breathe,she assumed it dead, ‘though its wings still…
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Miz Quickly’s Coup d’œil Owl
Coup d’œil there’s silver in my hair,the real me melted awayin a coup d’œil and just like that,another day went badly. my youth astray, awaywith a wink and a grinuntil it was all too late. for Miz Quickly’s Animal Prompt, Image: “The Owl” by Huang Yongyu © Misky 2021
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dVerse’s Eagle Haibun
I’ve seen a raven, seen a crow, seen a robin in the hedgerow. Once saw a hawk, might’ve been a falcon, or maybe a kite, seen lots of pheasants, and a few dead ones on the road, and I’ve seen a dozen starlings strip a cherry tree. But I’ve never seen an eagle, and doubt…
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