Wordle # 30 Bees

It was the bees
was all John from the cleaning service could stammer say
biceps trembling -strength sapped he could only finger point rapidly as a school-girl
jabbing the air - eloquent in this new stammered terror
this new surreal world tipped to slide off balance
safety skittering to illusion as there in her swivel chair sat
the lady of the house
indelicately slumped impossibly motionless
each coral nail in perfect shimmer in the morning sunlight
it was the bees circling her throat bright as a lover’s necklace
the bees buzzing in that closed bloodless room



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Side by Side PA Day 10 - Different Perspective

       Side                              by                  Side


In the dark-pillowing his face           Grabbing at her touching her
In satin nubs of angel's wings           in all the places 
Velvet accommodation to his            Gone to fat
nibbling lips                                   Reveling in her shame
promising as always safe                  She stares in the dark
passage through the night               
He shifts, sighs, slips a                     humiliated hostage
hand around the waist grown            of his calculated cruelty
fuller, gentler, all erased angles 
Softly, softly, he burrows                 rigid she lies
sighs and sleeps                               awake                

Wow....what a lovely comment on the poem below....so lovely in fact that in my haste to publish it I hit delete...lol...and so until Amy has the time to repost if she so wishes.
Here is a lovely introduction to In The Time of The Dappled Horse..with deep appreciation

Amy has left a new comment on your post "Wordle #29 In The Time of The Dappled Horse":

Pearl Girl, this was simply astonishing. You tapped into a synapse somewhere deep, deep in your mind; "pitch perfect delirium"? Aahhh. Just great writing, truly. Amy
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Wordle #29 In The Time of The Dappled Horse

In the time of the dappled horse

Air crisp clear and strident full with the crystal call of fall
Entranced the young with pitch perfect

Delirium, heated the passion of blood to

Pounding swish, as a swoon soared 
through

each mighty chestnut tree

While the wind in tight pleat of contained heat

Did at last reignite, burst, and shower the land 

With white blossoms, piercing the sullen shell 
of sunlit day and navy night until it did seem each

Besotted-
thundering the land in the unbridled gallop of lust, love, luster 
Luminous each countenance once lit did each in turn   

Emit the collective cry of life lived with each blown 
breath 
In the time, that time, of the dappled horse

WORDLE #28 - The Pumpkin's Tale

The Pumpkin's Tale

There in the patch
he twitched far from
the Sidewalk where Those
came for the others now caught
Peeked up the crooked
road where they'd vanished
keeping wide eyes slit silent as he had been taught

still hearing mother, father, each with their own thump.
thrown into a truck, tail-lights flickering echoing,
still echoing, echoing, their terminal gurgle and bump

There in the patch
he twitched far from the Sidewalk in glistening prime
as one of the Those with a lip to a bottle presaged End Time

a Those with a signature thumb bloody,from all who the Those carved, disemboweled
the sweet stink of rot through the solid cold of night air
stumbling, drunkenly, slurringly inches away there it gutter howled

Phleghm thick in throat, eyes red, head back moving on stilts leaned toward the moon and piercingly did it then bay
This, his Destined One of the Those,in the black night cawed thunderingly, grinningly, toothlessly close,"Anybody here?" did it finally then say

As there in the patch, in his prime, alone in the cold empty night
His destined one of the Those brought down the machete with all of its murderous might...

Wordle #27 IN and OUT & Wordle #27 ELEMENTARY

In and Out 

In 
there through a ragged break in the rusted-out drain pipe she catches cloud 
bridges arcing,
beginning to whiten, rolling through the cerulean  glaze of the new morning sky
There stretched legs straighten as she nods in glorious self-affirmation of 
livingness
and mindful of the jutting burst of blade outside her still strong heart begins 
to drag herself
Out

~

Elementary

"Just the elements. Rusted-out, this will never more be any good "
The handyman's helper nods agreement as he has been told he should
Feigns interested inspection even as his eyes begin over to glaze
Past the mother and lawn furniture to the daughter stretched in bikinied blaze
Not quite nineteen is he rolling through the grass aware of each sensuous 
fragrant blade
Drawn across the span of "they" and "he" and "should" and "never" drawn to where 
she laid
Until he sprawls, no longer ragged beside her all bridges between them blown to 
so much frag
Spinning in clouds of possibility achieved - Vanished in a finger snap and a 
bruising shoulder drag    

Postcard Shorts: Stories that fit on a postcard

Postcard Shorts: Stories that fit on a postcard

Wordle #26. DANCE IN THE SHALLOWS

It was in The Shallows
long ago a distant crush gathered in
the song of dancing music
trembling the earth as the girl feet
already sore stumbled forward in the dark
thinking of simpler days of running hoops
as he burst as a bolt from nowhere beside her
grabbing roughly her fancy dressed shoulder
she topples broken into the dust of never
forgive, causes kept in the tremble of
the earth and the music faded long ago
consigned all to this single dangled drop of time
in The Shallows long ago  

WORDLE #25 That Callow Fellow

rambunctious, admire, swallows, pond, ballroom, obsolete,
hat-rack, fallow,  crumb, bell, automobile, garden 

There in the moon shine swallows’ wings dip in pond shadows
as a rambunctious fellow climbs from his new now obsolete
Model T- cranked driving automobile, leaving it cooling coughed sputters at the end of the road
as he walks with purposeful strides across the lawn through the lily garden tossing a crumb from his top-coat over his shoulder as the bell tolls nine, flamencos the foyer twirls his fedora from shimmering hair onto the gleaming hat-rack sheds his cashmere and keeps moving
inside the expectant faces of five innocent belles peal softly fallow
as he with his glinting eyes drenched in charm, cologne and swagger finally enters the parting velvet sea of admire

WORDLE #24

Lost in an amnesiac adventure,

cobbled by a misted miasma of myriad memory – suddenly a concrete clarity rips the diaphanous veil revealing each feature of that familiar tiny face – floating undeniable signs of the crumbling of the walls of peaceful oblivion - bringing the chill of the dreaded remember into the shadow thrown by that clapboard church – standing still, alone and fully awake before a circle of fresh turned earth

Fearful, of each unrecalled yesterday and as yet

unfurled tomorrow.