The mirror in the garden pond is cracked with rushes, irises, rotting leaves and watercress; a single poppy lingers on, pale petals promise oblivion. In the mirror of the garden spade, a toad with its glittering topaz gaze, legs akimbo and puffed up body dangles from the shiny blade, toxin flooding warty membrane. Mirror, mirror […]
Tag: A Skyflower Friday
Withstanding Life’s Wreckage
Life’s storm blows in from elsewhere. She’s wrung out, Washed up By a swollen sea. Breakers bear down, Rolling in interminable hosts, Torrents of foamy ghosts, The only sounds of wind And her wails: Her mast is broken, Jerking in a tangle of rigging and sails. With Morpheus’ help, she dives under And drifts into […]
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