They are witches on the beach
laughing at their menfolk
finding them wanting
but who is the dark now ?
with gilded wings they flock
like a midnight minotaur
dim of sight
They make their way
through the miers
plundering both Silesian winters
and Sumerian summers
only wanting to drown
the tulip of hope
Categories:
miers, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
I am a shooting star
with scallop wings
I feast on merriment
and follow the heavens
with a stone clad eye
I wallow through the miers
in fields of bracken brown
I halo my name
amongst the others crowned
With fallow eyes
nostrums crawl
Tidy and neat
with a red gaze
standing on dank stone
amongst the girdle of past hope
Categories:
miers, analogy, angst,
Form: Free verse
Pale daughters beam in the miers
their freckles shine galore
eating sorbet all day
They skip to school
trampling on the dandelions
They are the daughters of pan
musically adroit yet quite forlorn
Their mother tongue is telling half truths
to their peers
half awake they want to wrest your pulse
They cannot be considered inconsequential
Categories:
miers, appreciation,
Form: Free verse