Category: StevenRobertson

ARTSY craftsman
UNDID his smock,
LEANT against the doorframe:
”AMEN! Done!” with a sigh of relief.

SHAKY voice pierces the low bustling hum like a
BELL, Eagerly calling for the crowd’s attention.
PSALM texts written centuries ago still hold center
STAGE for addressing modern hearts.

AROMA of hay and manure
SERVEs to stir the competitive spirit;
FILLY eager to be released, always
CLOSE to jumping the gate.

ABOVE the conniving, the masses
THROB with envious sedition,
COYLY wink at each other; the King’s laughter
ENSUEs.

EBONY chest, dusty from decades in the
ATTIC, rests patiently with its treasures within:
CONCH from the tropics, teeth and claws from the jungle,
STAFF from the icy mountains climbed long ago.

CIGAR hanging at an odd
ANGLE, the aging performer grabs his
STILTs, sighing, hoping for one last
CAPER in the big tent.

BELLE of the sea wears her
ALGAE-green gown and white bonnets:
DROWNed in adventure, pirate
HEIST in her lifeblood.

VERSEd and trained to
SNEAK past notice, clandestine
BADGE and medal avoidance;
OTHERs may have the limelight

BILLY club to the gut of sophistication leaves an
ULCER whose acid eats away at arrogance and
MINCEs the bloated self-delusion of pride:
RACE Run only to stumble paces from the finish.

CHAFF promised, tumbleweed
SWORE: both esteemed to be
LOWLY, but neither willing to commit to
PAPER and ink.