Slaying dragons
I sat in my den, trying to compose a poem
which is not easy for a pretender
a scream from the living room, she heard
something in the kitchen and sent me there
to slay the dragon
I found a tiny mouse, knocking over
an empty plastic bottle of water
I picked up the mouse it was surpassingly
supine, sniffed at my hand, since we
live on the seventh floor, it must have had
a long clime
I did what every brave man would do,
left the mouse in the hallway
I heard a scream from the sixth floor
a new hero was called for, I hope he didn't
kill the tiny traveler
Categories:
surpassingly, adventure, anti bullying, color,
Form: Blank verse
Did not filter
down to me
who wanted it. I
was not as great a beauty
as my mother, one
of 8 my grandmother
birthed: 2 daughters
made the cut.
My mother in sepia
light of an old
photograph is seated
at the piano, head
bent over sheet music
as if about to play
(except her sister
was the musical one)
She's wearing
a necklace that
she and her sister
lusted for
to wear when
dressing up. Her sister
not as great a beauty
as my mother who
wears the necklace
down the front
of her dress. She
wears no smile,
no need
to beguile. Beauty
was her duty.
She did it
surpassingly
well.
Categories:
surpassingly, desire,
Form: Blank verse