Overshadowed by David

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Chisel me a conversation   When Michelangelo First touched his chisel to my skin My invisible fingers gripped it from within, In a struggle to be released From this marble prison. Sculpting myself through his hands, I freed my legs until I could stand, Muscles in thighs and calves tensed […]

Blue Hydrangea

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #117 and dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille 11 As a token Of the gardener’s growing love He presented his sweetheart With a single Blushing pink hydrangea bloom Her disappointment Spilled into the room Acid words dripped From her petal lips And the perfect globe Underwent a sea change And […]

Bluebottles Aren’t Blue

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille 11 13th June   A writhing urgency Of milky maggots Spills from a feeding frenzy In the depths of decomposition Metamorphoses From boring brown cocoons Into a metaphor Of obscenely beautiful blowflies Iridescent and metallic Buzzing and battling Against the windowpane Merging into the inky blackness Of Beelzebub […]

Mother’s Warning

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie  Wordle #113 “June 13th, 2016” In an ocean of dust And human detritus, Slithery silverfish gather In bathroom bacchanalia, Feasting on rancid remnants of mascara, Flakes of torn-off toilet tissue and wallpaper. As I heave and fumble, My face translucent At the sickening sight, I recall an element Of cliché In […]

Cardinal Dreams

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #163 “Collage 25” Picture of Sign Credit: Ray Flanagen The quote “Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.” William C. Hannah   He dreamed he was a prince Untangling briars In a fairy-tale wasteland, Breaking through To a vertiginous Precipice […]

Invisible Wife

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads image prompt: Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Andrew Wyeth Andrew Wyeth – Wind from the Sea (1947)   Weary from the heat I retreat From the stinging sand Cross the arid land To the shade of trees And a welcome breeze That sets The birds on the […]