For Sunday Whirl No: 210

White Water A cleave longing was our thirst, and we rode, reeling and weary on that river’s white rising ribs. Distant and drumming the bones of the boat, tracking on shallows of rock. We were war-stained on its swift currents — hear our resounding wails and cheers. We pass into pale and then emerge in … Continue reading For Sunday Whirl No: 210

Miz Quickly Does Teapots

Tip Me Up and Pour Me Out On the second shelf is a teapot. Smooth as your easiest day. Rich and burnish and blessed with minerals from some corner of China that I’ll miserably mispronounce. Teapots are treasures in my eyes. When handmade, that is. The potter’s fingertips pressing affection into each turn. It’s said … Continue reading Miz Quickly Does Teapots

Penance

Penance I was moved in a dream to console heaven, a judgement call upon my self-absorbed ways.     Written for MLMM, Poem form: Landaus – 22 syllables, couplet of 9 and 13. Image is Flickr CC:00 No copyright and no restrictions.

Guzzling with Miz Quickly

Mother and Daughter The day departs with its memories, fatigued as worn feet. What part of me will pass into immortality; my corruptible words. I began as my mother’s woe, her adversary, and her mantle worn. I’m her issue, fained to her resigned faith, and at last her salvation. Great heaven never hears the prayers … Continue reading Guzzling with Miz Quickly

29.7 Quickly Eclectica

Sacrificial Light Does light pour down like honey on every church? What matters who’s sitting inside – you can take away my name of names, as you took away my lost days, and I’ll summon up my sins. In offerance. In remembrance. I’ll pitch them into your wind like summer-dried leaves. A white-shoed domestic cleanse. … Continue reading 29.7 Quickly Eclectica

The Language of Mirrors

The Language of Mirrors Those reflections From the mirror Family Children Through the years Reflections Through the glass From windows Garden greens Rain on reds Impatients white Those reflections From cornflowers Blueing sky Reflections pouring Down on me     written for MLMM prompt 117

Miz Quickly on a Cascade

There Were Lilies and Roses and a Hearse You left us, like unripe fruit, standing there, in our deep November chill with the rolling soft, soft murmurs of wind. You left us like unripe fruit. Snow swallowing our shoes, and the sun crisp as cornflakes. Standing there, as the hearse swept you away, and we … Continue reading Miz Quickly on a Cascade

Stuck on Miz Quickly

Stuck Let’s be drawers. I’ll be swollen and sticking tight. Pry me, and grab at my handle and yank me about, and I’ll be obstinate and won’t budge a notch, I’ll stick and keep your frayed unmentionables well undiscovered in the dark, your socks rolled tight as little pigs in a blanket, and you’ll run … Continue reading Stuck on Miz Quickly

Raking Through the Days

Raking Through the Days This should have been a fine day, a day of bare-back, unwashed yellow beaming clean as astringent, the way only yellow can, but our hopes turned into spells of Orkney grey, that colour that rakes over governmental buildings. And the day drew long as drawers, mist dipping in and out of … Continue reading Raking Through the Days

Phoenix Days 18: The Great Wall of China

Lost in an Old Silence quiet settles along the wall. falls like moonlight white as frost. lost in footfall, ancient wall. quiet, silence, to bind your breach.   inspired by Phoenix Rising Day 18: Great Wall of China. image is from Flickr Common Collection, British Archive. No copyright or restriction CC-00

Phoenix Days 10: Niagara Falls

Waterfall lips pour your name, mist thin and burning cold as pale-spun milk, and I have this yearning to drink in your thrill as you chase the edge to be free, to fall and fall forever into a veiled halo of all others.     written for Phoenix Day 10: “Niagara Falls”