Photo credit: Joan Stickles
Cheated ravens depart screeching aloud.
The posse lumbers close behind;
lilly-white robes dull from seclusion
In back-wood rooms & halls,
Crunching boots concealing rotten soles.
As the figure in red-white plaid
Absently forms snowy shapes & words,
She watches the detente & dangling
Nylon link, it’s open maw swaying
In the breath of winter ides.
Today I have reached the milestone of 100 posts. I’d like to give a huge thanks to all those that have followed me and the countless others that have liked or commented on my work. God bless. I could have chosen any number of topics to write about for my one-hundredth post: Ferguson, Thanksgiving, Black Friday, etc. But I decided to post this short poem. Enjoy!
As November snow
observes behind the pane
I write a hundred poems,
using icicles to drip indigo
ink into the limp arm
of a fibroid page.