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August Challenge 2015

Candlelight

The candle glows A bright encouraging molten gold The light filling our heart Imparting happiness An optimistic feel Lending a fiery liveliness Radiant even in sad times Cheering us up when blue Expanding small hearts Into an ocean of generosity Yet when the light wanes Charring the milky white wick Almost drooping like a dog’s […]

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“i love you.” rosy cheeks shied away, a plethora of colours inked her world “i love you too.” aqua blue eyes constructed two blissful crescent moons of the night sky their fingers interlocked firmly; cheeky pecks on each other’s lips two signatures carved deeply under Wedding Certificate. “i love you.” red splashed haphazardly through her […]

Cats

A cat, Small, lithe, delicate The tiny criminal, Will steal your heart, She walks with elegance And is credulous, Lovable and loyal, And what could be better? Than a warm affectionate cat Purring softly on your lap, A cat is something graceful And playful I love cats A cat, Small, dangerous, menacing, The tiny criminal, Will […]

On a Substitute Teacher

Slow talking, no tangled stems Sharp thorns but no flowers Walking on sharp toes Bob and weave, boxer with pigeon genes (aren’t birds just tiny dinosaurs v e l o c i r a p t o r  c l a w s) Velocity, move fast, eyes slow Heat seeking missile in a tartan iris Hands blinking Space-filling-curves-in-the-sky Sighs like avalanches b o u l […]

Unrequited

Always late, he slips into the room in shadow fancy dress. He grips a pint glass like a pen and a notebook like a shield. He is all beard and walking art, his hands stained with bright colours. Tall, he sees life differently, paints his words every shade of honesty. He smiles from the back […]

Lilith

I do not know where she goes in winter. She lives, in summer, in the grapefruit garden— chewing sugarplums her lovers bring, shaving lobelias that grow on her tongue. Her intestines are plugged with limescale; only a gauze-skin remains of her heart. She smiles like an insect and is exquisite. She pours cold tea with […]

Mail Lady

mail lady. blue uniform brings packages and leaves directly, ponytail and boxy shirt wave back and forth, trying to catch up with her–already stepping into the truck with her very practical shoes. not starting up the engine until she makes eye contact with me. how many eyes does she see in a single day? it must […]

Curiosity

She is English Breakfast Tea: Not too strong, milk, no sugar. Taking the pot, she fills a cup half-full, Returning to her journal Slowly brimming with cobalt ink, Before she takes a drink. —‘Is everything ok?’ I’m asked —‘Yes!’ I lie, my mind no longer here, But tied in knots from thinking what to say; […]

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