Poem: …star corsage

 

a bouquet of roses,

of diamonds and baby’s breath

a few stars thrown in

to confuse over scale

and Satan peering from a black black hole

deep, deep, deep in the vase

a bouquet of roses

roses, foxes and diamonds

diamonds and baby’s breath

breath, and a few stars

the scale is confused

and Satan’s in there too

peeping out a black hole

gravity in the vase

down deep, deep

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Vaughan’s Seed Company; Henry G. Gilbert Nursery and Seed Trade Catalog Collection, no known copyright restrictions.

Poem: …matrimony and the man II

Doves shot upwards

Snowfall in reverse

Confetti burst

the groom, and his groom

fine handsome catch

every bit his match

waiting on a promise,

all dolled up and fine

forever be mine

Vows are made

Doves are flown

Fizz all downed

Rings exchanged

Dance in dreams

flowergirl screams

(Too much cake. Allowed a sip of fizz

Parents, parents, why d’you do this?)

hand in hand and

husbands now

one last vow

wedding day done

cake’s crumbs,

Listen, grooms:

It begins now.

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Ludovic Bertron via Creative Commons Licence

Poem: …dandelion

pleased with pleb vitality

contempt for hothouse blooms

I was a dandelion, she thought

from under tons of concrete, tons

broke anyway

through a hundred metric tonnes of rock

a smiling flower at the tip

poking through

© Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Orest Ukrainsky, public domain

keeping the peace, with a shotgun

burn a few petals at a home-made altar

incense rises up

caffeine’s done its job but good

proof’s the dregs in the cup

tribute is silence

creeping around

silent feet, for him

working stiffs

don’t get much sleep

it’s a gift, for him

clock says

{chimes}

it’s two a.m.

the birds and I, we can’t sleep

but we

{chimes}

can keep

the peace for him

at least with a shotgun

disturb a few feathers

and leaves

 

 

image – Mark K.  https://www.flickr.com/photos/17708700@N07/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/

Zumba for the soul, week 6

So, what week are we on again?  *whistles*  well, time flies!  Moving on, in any case:

Zumba for this week!  (Or eight weeks ago, whatevs…)

• I gotta make myself a pair of angel wings.  Ehhhhh really?  MORE ORIGAMI?  Well tell you what: I’ve got a poem halfway ready to go, about angel wings.  Serendipitous, no?  I think that counts.  I THINK THAT COUNTS.
• Also: get a hold of three poems by Rumi, and read ’em.  Yeah, I can do that all right.
• Aaaand I have to eat lunch somewhere ‘unusual’.  Considering I rarely eat any meal on time, and generally graze randomly on whatever’s in the fridge, I think just having a formal cooked meal at the dinner-table would count for this one.

 

image – Lavendar’s Legacy https://www.flickr.com/photos/soloflight/ licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/

keeping the peace, with a shotgun

burn a few petals at a home-made altar

incense rises up

caffeine’s done its job but good

proof’s the dregs in the cup

tribute is silence

creeping around

silent feet, for him

working stiffs

don’t get much sleep

it’s a gift, for him

clock says

{chimes}

it’s two a.m.

the birds and I, we can’t sleep

but we

{chimes}

can keep

the peace for him

at least with a shotgun

disturb a few feathers

and leaves

 

 

image – Mark K.  https://www.flickr.com/photos/17708700@N07/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/

keeping the peace, with a shotgun

burn a few petals at a home-made altar

incense rises up

caffeine’s done its job but good

proof’s the dregs in the cup

tribute is silence

creeping around

silent feet, for him

working stiffs

don’t get much sleep

it’s a gift, for him

clock says

{chimes}

it’s two a.m.

the birds and I, we can’t sleep

but we

{chimes}

can keep

the peace for him

at least with a shotgun

disturb a few feathers

and leaves

 

 

image – Mark K.  https://www.flickr.com/photos/17708700@N07/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/

Poem: …dandelion

pleased with pleb vitality

contempt for hothouse blooms

I was a dandelion, she thought

from under tons of concrete, tons

broke anyway

through a hundred metric tonnes of rock

a smiling flower at the tip

poking through

© Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Orest Ukrainsky, public domain

Poem: …matrimony and the man II

Doves shot upwards

Snowfall in reverse

Confetti burst

the groom, and his groom

fine handsome catch

every bit his match

waiting on a promise,

all dolled up and fine

forever be mine

Vows are made

Doves are flown

Fizz all downed

Rings exchanged

Dance in dreams

flowergirl screams

(Too much cake. Allowed a sip of fizz

Parents, parents, why d’you do this?)

hand in hand and

husbands now

one last vow

wedding day done

cake’s crumbs,

Listen, grooms:

It begins now.

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Ludovic Bertron via Creative Commons Licence

…matrimony & the man

Doves shot upwards

Snowfall in reverse

Confetti burst

© Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Bethan under Creative Commons licence.