Source: “Eclipsing Rainbows” and other poetic responses to last Wednesday’s prompt
Year: 2017
Two poems kindly featured. “Eclipsing Rainbows” and other poetic responses to last Wednesday’s prompt
Two poems kindly featured “Eclipsing Rainbows” and other poetic responses to last Wednesday’s prompt
https://jamiededes.com/2017/05/09/wednesday/ via @JamieDedes
As Temporary
as life is always the forage for the eternal, long last, genuine. Employment and relatives fleet. Only grief, scrabble for pennies permanent. Bonecold, gustswept, jointpain will pass. Preserve touch of hugs, recall others smiles often. Comfort makes a good memory for long as memory lasts.
Bitters
are memories she tends in her garden, to soothe her awkward joints and salve her aching stomach and bad blood.
Dandelion is her childhood, yellow warm blaze her mam dismisses as weed.
Horehound is her teens, a crown of white lightening cuddlesome as a shawl.
As an adult rescued by her brave centaur Chiron who tended her cracked heart with Milk Thistle, then slept with her best mate.
Now her favourite is Wormwood, especially in the glass of Vermouth she sups in her independence.
“I Must Get Rid”. Thanks to Tasha for publishing in Inbetween Hangovers
“I Must Get Rid”. Thanks to Tasha for publishing in Inbetween Hangovers
https://inbetweenhangovers.wordpress.com/2017/05/08/i-must-get-rid-by-paul-brookes/ via @wordpressdotcom
Exposed
even when heat bursts off the roofs shimmers pavements a coldness gradually heaps further into your bones when there is no money coming in and a constant amount final demanding to go out while you muse over writing an essay on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs a gust inside you kneels to pray to the emptiness of your cupboards and disappearance of pride weeps into your blood.
“Counter (From ‘My Maths’ chapbook #Dyscalculia)” kindly Renee S. and Jason, published in Literati Magazine
“Counter (From ‘My Maths’ chapbook #Dyscalculia)” kindly Renee S. and Jason, published in Literati Magazine
“Her Life” kindly published by Ray Alez in Fiction Hub
“Her Life” kindly published by Ray Alez in Fiction Hub
View at Medium.com
A Better
than butter run on the odds. All or nothing down payment on fate. My wife was a bet between the only three men all among a gaggle of women. She were vivacious and talkative. “Bet you can’t bed her.” They said. “I don’t gamble.” I replied. “Only a bit of fun. What you got to lose? Look she’s on her tod, now. Go on.” So I did. We chatted all breaks all lunches. She told me about her tattooed boyfriend. “She’s taken lads.” was my excuse. Then she left but there were plenty of other lasses so how come I weren’t chatted up? Five years later when she were free and I asked her to marry me, she told me. “I’d got dabs on you so jimmied the odds. Gave ’em all Scarborough warning. Told them to keep their mitts off.”
“My Mam Is Nothing If” ever grateful for publication by Visual Verse
“My Mam Is Nothing If” ever grateful for publication by Visual Verse
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