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A Poem after a line by Anne Sexton
Inspired by a line from Anne Sexton’s poem “Wanting to Die” – “The black room took us like a cave” Saturday Matinee at the Odeon The black room took us like a cave as we felt our way along the aisle. A woman swept the floor, back and forth with her flashlight. Our tickets: Row…
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dVerse Alliteration Assonance & Consonance
Rivalries Baby babbles Feet are flying Mama murmurs Cooooeeee Sister staring Eyes are glaring She’s Mama’s little girl for dVerse Poets. ©️ Misky 2020
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Twiglet #161
The Night Train As if at war with the stars, it’s speeding black, a blurred red strip line. Picks at the tracks, swallows them whole, and then picks its teeth with bright steel ties. Darkens sunlight, it does, always, always, shuddering away, and breaking the night with its skinny whistle moan. Twiglet #161…
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Quadrille #96
Fevered It’s a fevered dream, you stumble sidewise into a wild place, and you think, God, don’t let me die here, not now, not here, and you ignore that you’re feeling very small, and half ruined, and that’s when your fever breaks into rain. for dVerse Quadrille #96 “Wild” ©️ Misky 2019
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dVerse Quadrille #94
That Small and Darkest There what angers streams to overflow and flood to mud like clouds that drown the sky. and what causes a small lake to rage and fume inky volcanic ash. this roar from darkest age. and there we stood, mud stuck to our shoes. there. standing. for dVerse Quadrille #94…
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for Visual Verse Vol 7 Ch 3
Magdalena She was named after the valley where she was born: Magdalena. Her mother was also born here, as was her grandmother — all of them named Magdalena. Each had second names though, so as to not be confused one with another, even though age differences should’ve sorted this. Magdalena’s second name was Muisca, meaning…
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for Poets United
On the Road Again A piece of gravel wedged deep in the tyre, a rhythmic percussion, clip-clop-and-clicking on the road as I drove into twilight’s warmth. The sky filled with blood-colour amaryllis sunset, and I could only think — “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight”. ©️ Misky 2010-2020. It’s been a very…
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Blackdamp
Blackdamp Picture, if you will, a brief surge of engine steam that glitters with pyrite dirt. It churns the still night air – They work the old coal pits, shuffle down damp tunnels, black dust kisses the skin. The canary trips no concern. And up above this blackdamp, in the crisp clean air, there in…
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Twiglet #156
CHILLED the winter fields are flat and cold snow clouds stretching long as banners Dad hated this time of year. He’d come home, and soak his feet in a dishpan of hot water and epson salts.. He was a postman. this weather rushes on us with its wild eyes ice pecking our face I always…
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