Sunny May morning
assembled skyscrapers stand
waiting
Happy
Happy
fingers.
Tapping
jumping
sleeping.
Warm and fuzzy.
I could fly.
I enjoyed the poem Shawn L. Bird posted yesterday and decided to try the prompts she shared, (I am…, I have…, 3-ing words, I feel…, I wish…). The above piece is what emerged. Thank-you Shawn 🙂
Split Second
Eyes collide
amidst partygoer din
split second harmony
Treasure Keeper
A dragon emerges from
smoky grey and black
clouds.
Ancient symbols
spin around his head.
Razor sharp, spiky teeth
and scaly back, glisten
like carefully crafted
obsidian spears.
The maiden is not afraid.
Her long hair is loosely
gathered.
A single braid is pulled
to one side. Heavy silk
layers of soft mauve
seem to disappear and appear
again as smoke swirls about
the cavern.
Restlessly, the dragon
circles the space.
The maiden remains still.
She dreamt of this
majestic beast.
She saw his ferocious eyes
sensitive to the slightest
movement.
She saw his bravery
and his compassion.
When the dragon stops pacing
their eyes meet,
their hearts lock.
The maiden steps toward
the flaming roar,
her trust protecting her
from the raging fire.
As her small hand touches
the chest of the beast,
a single drop of blood
is drawn from her delicate
finger. With a swift turn
of his head the dragon
catches the drip on the tip
of his tongue.
Their fate is sealed.
Her treasure
will be forever protected.
Tropics
Sun kissed freckled cheeks
tropical breeze whispers through hair
stars wink knowingly
Lilacs
Comfort
Delicate pink peaks
decorate soft green valleys
rocking chair afghan
Tan Lines
Water laps blanket
edge darkening stripes appear
inadvertent tan
Early Commute
Barefoot in loafers
riding early commute train
gripping empty briefcase
Crescent Wrench Plumber
Cartoon characters
drawn in earth tone shades
come alive as I slowly
flip through the pages.
Smirking horsehead saw
with rusty nail legs
gives a toothy grin
as penguin faucets
wearing bright red high tops
run by.
A crow bar beagle
looks puzzled,
not sure what is going on
he walks away
following his enlarged
wooden handle nose.
A red rake
in businessman attire,
furrows his eyebrows
above a deep frown
as only one green leaf
is caught in his tines.
His neighbor,
wearing a dirt brown
suit of his own,
covers his face with a spigot
laughing in spite of himself.
A crescent wrench plumber
shrugs,
hands in pockets
of his bib overalls
he carries on
as if nothing unusual
is happening at all.
Rugby player nut cracker
dives to catch a ball
with a snap
of his claw-like hands;
wobbly Spanish
nut and bolt girl, in her
grey dress with white polka dots
balances precariously on
spiky white heels;
new age corkscrew guy
with black curly beard and
jutting forehead hair, tattoo
on his arm adding to his hip
attitude;
Crescent wrench plumber
ignores them all,
nothing unusual
in his ordinary day.

