CRYPT. Cool marble, dim light. Over the threshold, I see a bright
POPPY field, not hushed, not inward, just alive.
POISEd between the two I know that
FLESH is as grass, and grass fades. But first, grass is a green bed for poppies.
Month: January 2023
Poppy
CRYPT open to the air, the stench of
FLESH and blood and death clouds the horizon,
POISED to sow the seeds for a field full of
POPPY and heartache.
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2023-01-19 words
CRYPT, POPPY, POISE, FLESH
The Drier Rower falls
It’s a
CINCH he’ll be the DRIER ROWER, the
SHEER ROWER power keeps him
DRIER, also a CINCH the ROWER will row
SHEER over the not at all DRIER waterfall.
The photograph
STIFF, trembling fingers grasp a
PHOTO long forgotten, one
DATUM of remembrance, kids
FRISKing about in the fullness of youth.
Don’t Stop Now
SHEER cliff descended, pre-positioned kayak retrieved: paddle for it.
DRIER moments soon envied, each breath stokes hope of freedom.
ROWER, sore muscled, with blistered hands, feels he can
CINCH it. Just a few more miles across the bay, before the sun comes up, before alarms sound.
Sheer Power
SHEER luck that the
ROWER and her duffer stayed
DRIER than any others- all for her
CINCHing up on the oar over and over- but perhaps it wasn’t sheer luck, but sheer power!
Ambition
SHEER surface waters hewn by a longship,
ROWER exchanges his oars for axe and shield.
DRIER days ahead, and new glory: a
CINCH to gain the jarl’s eye––and gifts.
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2023-01-18 words
SHEER, DRIER, ROWER, CINCH
Nabbed!
I saw the body snatcher foolishly FRISK
the recently-interred (then disinterred) STIFF
on the cemetery’s CTV camera’s PHOTO.
Yay! Now we have the first of our DATUM.