Author: David Wright

TORCH, flickering light in grotto’s cavern,
TROVE, dug for in such light,
WRACK, ship’s end it was that buried trove,
“SPOON” <— you’re hard on poems, take a break from Quordle!

CONCH activated—yogurt cup hotline straight to Poseidon:
CHASE Kraken 11 and the purloined trident!
CROWD gathers at deep sonar in Woods Hole:
THRUM augurs bathyclastic tempest’s birth.

TREAT of continental plates,
SCALE of discourse at planet’s scope.
MAGMA here is turtle’s back,
BLURTed oft at eruptions, only large to us.

CRIED havoc for Empire, future dogs of war slipped loose,
MACRO level unseen, supremacy’s haughty
ARMOR blocking sight beyond the now. So:
SHEIKs wooed, discarded like engine parts for moments of ambition, no true destination in view.

PANIC in Emperor’s guard;
METAL bars sawed through,
AGATE disc, reverenced cosmic
MODEL: gone. The earth trembles.

VINYL hoard, worn and crackly, songs of generations past,
DOWDY house’s ornament slipped through time to dated,
STEINway unplayed, yellowed sheets mid score on stand,
PANELed library guarding books known to a mind departed.

LOSER, each? Bound for dirt or drift away as ash,
ALLOTed four score of striving, loving, hating, only for names to fade. No!
FIXER, recreator, comes to grant the win,
SPARK back into us all we were meant to be; eyes will open to undimmed beauty.

CELLO sounds out from the fence line.
SHADE abandoned, horses draw near, cease
CAPERing, become rapt audience! Next:
PIANO. How to get it to the paddock?