It's Still Life

THIS SHALL PASS Concealed Those echoes of ones voicewith no way to rephrase it.Be of grave cheerfulness,just because.Becauseshallowness is a fail,though I’ll not likelybare my inner shadows.I’d soonerstarve for my supper. Chronicled Again,I dissolve into an attitude.Chronicles of dark doubts.Somethings just go together.Gin and tonic.Echoes and echoes.But the narrative wasnot worth repeating. Culinarius While mum…

ARBORPIFILIAL (verb, I think) ar.bor.pi.fil.ial arbor: having to do with trees or plantsfilial: child-parent, the crossing of,pi: Brit slang short for pious, piety, respect Def: to show respect for the fruit of a tree. Is It Arborpifilial I have too muchtime on my hands,as I find myself considering whilst sitting under a plum treeand eating…

The Ice Cream Van The ice cream vanjust roundedthe corner. Children boundingout the door, theireyes twice, thrice,as wide. O Sole Mio’stinny notes floatthe air. Pick and prickover and over, while there they standwith spare coinsin hand, as spotsof rain fall all around. Miz Quickly’s 24 July prompt “Rhymes” @misky

Those Shoes I’ve only worn these pinched-chicken-beak shoesonce.Once was enough.They’re carnivores.Probably eat their meat rare,bashed, tenderisedand chewed.Someone said, shoes like thatgo where they want.The left shoe doesn’t give a tosswhat the right shoe is doing.They are fierce.Fiery.They are red. Miz Quickly’s 17 July Personification © Misky 2020

This Is What Happens When You Give Your Poem A Voice Hey, you, poet.Listen.Blackbirdin the laurel bush.Notice thatoaksprouting in the grass.Mugwort. Ragweed.Butterfly. Moth. You say, “It’s missing the It.Where’s the drunken surprise.The toy surprise at the bottomof the box.” The It is the flow. There’s no flow,except for your leaking pen, andwhen you lean over…

On A Path And when I am a milky froth seeping into the roots of trees,  all that was will still remain.  The house. The path leading to my red front door. The climbing rose that holds up the neighbour’s fence.  Pigeons watching, waitingfor cabbage seeds to sprout. The creek. The footbridge. The blackberry brambles. Winter greys. Afternoons. Evening…

Do Ants Squint into the Wind (Reworked #2) Do ants stop, as I do, and listen to thunder roll. Do they lift their feet in the snow. On hot sand. In knee-deep depths of rain. Do their eyes squint in the sun. Do they know come July they’ll sprout wings and fly. Why do they…