feet stay planted firmly,
immune to the
meandering beat,
and yet the fingers tap,
the body sways,
betraying the resolute
boots.
a free verse poem
feet stay planted firmly,
immune to the
meandering beat,
and yet the fingers tap,
the body sways,
betraying the resolute
boots.
treat
shiny things
I lure them to me
and ask them to give up
their glinting metallic trove–
a precious heirloom in exchange
for a pellet of food.
Continue reading “Corvids and Coins, Or Crow Box”In air thick with haze,
She wakes to a maze
When I saw that this week’s competition for Penable was about fantasy, I wasn’t sure if I should enter. Until now, I had never written poetry that would fall into the category of fantasy, so I wasn’t sure that I would be able to come up with any ideas. I’m so glad that I gave it a shot! This poem is a little different from what I normally write, but I really enjoyed doing it. Thanks Midnightlion for encouraging me to enter!
A Child’s Fantasy
In air thick with haze,
She wakes to a maze,
At the end, a green hedge with a door in.
She picks correct paths
With ease, then she laughs.
This silly place–to her, it is foreign.