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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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for VV February 2021
I Am Adrift … And just want to un-write what was just sent, and thinking,Isn’t there an I-take-it-back emoji. Andwhere’s the Undo? Oh, if pigs, all pink andsquealing could fly, we’d all be in the clouds. Hiding. Funny, how silence can be a flared-throat.Hissing.How it can throw you off a cliff. Silence,and her mystery was…
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Miz Quickly’s Yellow
Her Long Finger Is . . . sunrise, a clawing light,trophy of grim and hardenedwarriors. Silent gold, a lightand stinging slash,a shot, a cut across a harlot’s skythat slaughters night. In her hand, tucked behindher back, she holdsnoisy heat. It rises with the multitudes,she throws her swordbehind the march of men.She is the long finger,the…
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for Miz Quickly’s American Dance #1
A Dance Into the Well Beyond We’ll dance over the sun,amongst the weeds and red dust, dance with the backdoor hangingon one hinge. We’ll dance light as a butterfly’s wing.Dance our way into a sunset’s throat. A beat on our senses,that drum-tap,plucked like a strut,skirts in a twirl,hand-fanning music,feet feathering the beat. We’ll dance amongst…
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Hunters in the Snow: A Bird on a Limb
A Bird on a Limb in Hunters in the Snow A bird, the colour of old paint,sings a rusty-hinge tune. Skips a note.Its song has a sticky piano key. The air waits.No reply. No chorus. No riff. There’s a sniff of change in the air.Or is it the bird’s ab lib… A bird, the colour…
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Netherlandish Proverbs: The Man with the Fake Beard
The Crutch In a thirst for a god,we fell in with a manwearing a fake beard. He was a crutch in the corner.A dark sycamore.He was horizon bound. He played the crowd, and then turned his attention on the universe. Ekphrastic poetry. Image P. Bruegel Netherlandish Proverbs cc:00 © Misky 2021
It's Still Life 