Clamber | Cattail Jester
I clambered
up your
heart
into your
affections
the way a worm
crawls on the
vine
it was slow
progress
my muscles
really hurt
but happy
to report
here I am.
read poetry
Wish | Allison Grayhurst
If I could wish the cat well, life
beside my father’s grave,
then as October nears
and the worms go underground,
I could bathe in my favourite season,
happy as I’ll every get,
change the rusty orange of my essence
and shed the density of summer.
If I could wish my children healed of their afflictions,
my husband, complete in his calling
and our empty cooking pot finally appeased,
then I could fall without shifting
the position of my bones,
I could be with a warm coat on, walking briskly
in a purifying seasonal breeze.
Planks | JD DeHart
I remember the stats
that ran astray, forming
the fence around the old
woodshed on lands
that weren’t mine.
I didn’t know about
property then, barely
learning about the boundaries
of myself. I remember
walking there in the tall
grasses, unafraid. Not worried
about storms in the sky.
Drafting comic books in my
mind, the only planks I knew
setting up panels
for heroic fantasy.
More at https://jddehartfeaturepoems.blogspot.com.
Without You I Am Everything | Paul Tristram
Boundary walls and prison fences
crumbled down and fell apart.
The Gothic Chapel
which was forever preaching
‘Doom’ and ‘Gloom’
and its ‘Woe, Woe & Thrice Woe’
took down its dusty old, heavy curtains
and opened up the stained-glass windows
for a Spring-clean jumble sale.
I noticed beautiful, multi-coloured
wild flowers popping up everywhere
in the once shadowy graveyard.
Song birds reappeared
from their long, Winter migration.
The orchards once more became bountiful,
not quite overnight,
yet quick enough for wonderment.
There was nothing for it but to eat fresh fruit,
instead of doubt and humble pie for a change.
I dared look at my own reflection, un-timidly,
and saw that my eyes once more had colour.
The Land’s currency was ‘Smiles’
and no kindness or act of good faith
was ever too much trouble
and always rewarded three-fold.
But, best of all… the Clocks,
returned to a proper, functioning speed, at last.
More at https://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.