Chomping woodworm poetry
Rain that dashes to death itself
As once upon a rusted roof it pelt
Shale slate pieces struck one upon the other
Heart's ease ringing music conj'ring up the Mother...
The fabric flick of a lace fan unfolded with deft snap
Dreaming, blissful toddlers fin'lly sinking in a nap...
Surprised, struck-speechless pre-teen girls
down a mountain as it hurls...
Bear hugs, Italian shrugs,
Old man sighs.
The halting hesitation that reveals forthcoming lies...
the silent, thwarted hunter seen bewildered on a slope
A mind a'reeling
Freaking, peaking, peeling back with hope...
Silent understanding all at once, amongst a crowd
A pregnant pause's meaning
no one has to say out loud...
Olden, over-tone chanting that lingers overlong
Wondrous, mad'ning Where's it?
Unrelenting cricket song...
Lady Passion is co-author of The Goodly Spellbook: Olde Spells for Modern Problems and High Priestess of Coven Oldenwilde in Asheville, NC. She may be reached via: www.oldenwilde.org