Blurred blemish marks Miracle of conception Birth. Imperfection. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Spot’
Mist
Maybe I missed you as both so lost in the midst of our own mist. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Mist’
Death
‘Death is not the end’ Dylan chanted, nor is it by chocolate. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Death’
Unspoken
Cumbersome stumble in search for the word To part from tight lip, sound out on breath The final farewell to free love’s lost bird. Sad feathered soul, struck silent in speech The weight-wanton pause, an untimely rest As though tide herself was tied to the beach The undrawn wave leaves shingle song un-sung Reluctant goodbye …
Cover
Cover your dead so they can’t see See the agony leaving brings. Bring the shift that time will free Free their grief so they can sing Sing the tale of parting times Time will soften into another Another change as grief lets go Let go of the living beneath your cover. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt …
Gone
Like the breath I exhaled, Never to breathe back in. Anxious suffocation, Filled to empty. Your absence; Our stop, My end, Gone. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Gone’
Jam
Sticks in my memory Sticky sugared damson days Stuck to after-school fingers and scones. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Jam’
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