January 2019 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Dancing monarchs

This expanse of watery green will deceive by throwing off eagles and egrets at random. On these banks where a city is built upon common ground the wind can bring strangers in. This is where even an ivory gull can meet its fate. The oceans reek of plastic when Easter Island is foretold by theContinue reading “Dancing monarchs”

The obligatory spin (shadows every human sin)

You can spin until you’re dizzy, you can swing from tree to tree, a lie is still a lie, the truth is what I see, my mother would have scolded me, she would have scolded me.

In the age of melancholy

In the age of melancholy the quiet in our minds is banned, being dispirited is a felony, for men whose rank mendacity has stolen the best of land and turned it leaden – all life squeezed and sadly, this is common in the age where glee is reserved for the monster hiding beneath your bed.

Making mischief

There are reasons for doing this, Like a squirrel’s nest, raised high and leafy or a river otter bobbing in mirth, up and down, begging you to join. Or perhaps a cudgel will level spontaneity – ensuring stability or perhaps weariness. Friendship deemed good advice onto a timid brain – don’t let anyone steal yourContinue reading “Making mischief”