FLINTy Finn MacCool,
FLAILs his blistered hand, nurses wound, imbibes
HAZEL juice, is transformed, a Salomon among druids-stands out for wisdom like
RUMBA dancer at a minuet.
Month: September 2022
By His Stripes
FLINT-faced determination etched in
HAZEL eyes blurred by tears as the
FLAIL falls while soldiers dance a mocking
RUMBA to the rhythm of his agony.
2022-09-29 words
FLINT, FLAIL, HAZEL, RUMBA
Ambiguous
He’d hardly
BEGUN to grow when he found himself fully-
GROWN. Time and tide waited not for this
UNCLE, the one who was considered the
SAFER relative, the one who never did any harm.
I Know
UNCLE Claudius knows not that I know.
BEGUN, with father’s ghost appearing: dread,
GROWN now, till no redemption path remains.
SAFER to be born a serf to serfs with no ambition.
Hamletta Matata
UNCLE Claudius’ Scar had
BEGUN to throb every time the prince cub had
GROWN into a new regal robe. Plans were
SAFER when made and kept in the dark.
2022-09-28 words
UNCLE, BEGUN, GROWN, SAFER
Larch
LARGE larch, back of the garden, seems to be
LEECHing sap, sadly. I don’t see it as tears, I
SHIRK the pseudo-simile. The leeching leaves a
MUDDY mess midst the searing scarlet tulips.
Dauntless
LARGE ants,
LEECH filled puddles,
MUDDY sidewalks: these can’t make me
SHIRK my quest. There’d better be Wi-Fi, though.
Swampy
MUDDY, swampy waters hide dangers
LARGE and small;
LEECH and caiman lurk quietly,
SHIRK warnings and you’ll fall.