Michelle Mac Donald Poet Couplet

Dismantled

Round heels of crumpets,
aromatic lavender jam.
Poached eggs in a skillet,
succulent portions of ham.
An awakening stretch had heralded
a yawn mouthed long and loud.
While rain fell down in splatters
from the dark pewter clouds. 

Dated Macintosh slicker,
hoary exhausted gum boots.
Tenacious steps into nature
in search of family and roots.
The fallacies of the wind
twists hair into long plaits.
Across wide fields of enchantment
new journeys await.

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Daver Austin September 13, 2016 at 12:04 PM I enjoyed this summation of life - from simple every day awakening to more profound speculation. Sorry I missed this one, which is vintage Mikki. Love, Dave Michelle Mac Donald September 14, 2016 at 2:02 PM Thanks for the comment! Most are vintage, Daver. :) I can't write anything new on this computer, without fearing it will be taken. Still I continue writing and dreaming of better times. I'm fed up with those perverts. A policeman did come by a week ago...crossing my fingers.:)) Keep well, Love, Mikki

Meg Anderson December 19, 2014 at 12:19 PM I love this. Great write! Meg

Matthew Anish August 28, 2012 at 7:09 PM I like this poem a lot - very vivid description of food and a nascent adventure. Please explain the title to me. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Justin Bordner July 21, 2012 at 11:54 PM Mikki, this is the type of poetry that helps to keep me excited about Creation; keeping me loving & respecting - 'Let the games begin!" thanks - J.A.B.

Terry O'Leary July 16, 2012 at 3:42 PM Sounds like a grand awakening for a begining enchantment... Nice poem... Terry (by the way, I was sad when I wrote "The Harlot", I also wonder about the the thoughts, disappointed dreams, the tragedies of "harlots"... sometimes I feel our 'society' lets everybody down... I've just read the "Litttle Match Girl"... yes I suppose my 'little harlot' has some 'overlap' with the little match girl... Thanks for reflecting on my poem...)