Changing of the Wardrobe Goodbye my sturdy jeans that cling like sweat in summer heat. Auf Wiedersehen my turtlenecks snow drifts of fuzzy sweaters So long my wooly winding scarves uniform of leather gloves and fleece-lined walking boots Farewell my pantyhose I’m leaving for a tan Au revoir you lush buffet of purple velour and… Continue reading Changing of the Wardrobe
This week's 15 words or less poem prompt is this lighthouse photo. It appears on "15 Words or Less Thursday: Lighthouse" at Laura Purdie Salas. Read the comments to see a slew of creative responses.
Metronome Glowing cherry-wood pyramid silver wind-up key on the side latched front cover which came off exposing thin pendulum with its movable weight a Christmas gift from my parents which said “We approve of your musical dreams” They became brighter as its steady tick-tock smoothed scales, arpeggios and broken chords set just the right Largo,… Continue reading Metronome
The Tarts (and what really happened) According to the nursery rhyme The Queen of Hearts, She made some tarts, All on a summer’s day; The Knave of Hearts, He stole the tarts, And took them clean away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts… Continue reading The Tarts (and what really happened)
Toast A pop-up toaster was the thing you put the slice into the slot depressed the little knobby thing and out popped toast, so nice and hot. But word of toasters got around in homes and shops a bread revolt in bakeries throughout the town loaves named it torture with a jolt. “We will not… Continue reading Toast
The Sisterhood Perhaps it’s because of my name that I feel such a kinship with flowers. I notice them like my husband notices vintage cars. Their colorful allure tugs at my camera — snap, snap, adjust, focus …snap. I need to own them, take them home. There I parade them on my computer screen in… Continue reading The Sisterhood
Mrs. Backward Mrs. Backward teaches school “Nothing Forward” is her rule Eats her breakfast before bed Sleeps with pillow on her head Wears warm woollies to keep cool Dries before she swims the pool Gives the prize before the race Shuts her book then finds her place Grades our work before we’re done Class dismissed… Continue reading Mrs. Backward
Cream I pass ivory tulips this morning and think of Aunt Sally “Let’s go out and shop for cream” she’d say each fall and spring She meant the color cream oyster, mushroom, buff or biscuit not stark or pure but antique the perfect tone of white for milky skin, honey-blonde hair to complement the gold… Continue reading Cream
Coon Zoo Lullaby Come men, if you dare just jab a date for a coon zoo tour don’t be late. We’ll see toad and tiger in creature jail and worms that are leaner than slime of snail. For additional fees (don’t riot the price) you can jut x-rays — just be nice when you query… Continue reading Coon Zoo Lullaby
Coyote You cross our path trotting and jaunty tawny and hearty once in tall grass you stop, look back at us not frightened or shy but curiously cool I can only imagine the drama you bring to the marshes of mallards and meadows of dashing brown bunnies in this once-safe, peaceful paradise park © 2012… Continue reading Coyote
Violet Nesdoly 