Poem A Day: I’d take a knife to my skin

if it was
Razor Sharp.

But if it wasn’t
then I’d press the knife
the dimpled
of a nectarine.

until the sweet juices
trickle out
down my wrist
my forearms
my elbow.

and drips onto the floor
beside my sandaled feet.

Poem A Day Challenge Day 29

Competitions at the Coop

Posted to LitReactor’s Flash Fiction Smackdown: May Edition

So, the challenge was who could lay the tallest pile of eggs.

An impossible challenge, really, thought Mollie.  Her legs were short.  So too the rest of the hens.  This was just silly, she thought, who’d win?

The last challenge (which Judy won and now was quite smug about) was for who had the most ruffled feathers.  She’d hijacked the lone rooster and shook the coop like a coconut tree swaying aggressively in a tropical storm.  Bitch, thought Mollie.  If only she had snagged him first.  Que sera, sera.

She was determined to do her best this time. I need that all-expense paid trip to wherever-you-like-to-go, she reminded herself.

So Mollie got started.

With each egg laid, she lifted herself so that the next would balance on top of the other.  It took her a gruelling forty-eight minutes.  Gently she lifted one leg over the other, standing on the tips of her claws.  When she finally cleared the area, she sighed and looked at her four eggs tall pile.  This was a winner, for sure.

Then the coop door banged open and Mollie watched in horror as the top most egg wobbled and slid down the pile, landing at the bottom.  The second top most followed.  Until all the eggs were on the hay instead of piled up.

‘Good job, Mollie! Knew you’d deliver the goods!’ said Jim the farmer, reaching in, putting the warm eggs in his basket.

Mollie looked at him, eyes wide. ‘Cluck, cluck‘.

Poem A Day: Off with the birds

And so,
the birds – they wake me
in the morning.

I hear them chirping,
sweetly singing.

I look out my window
it overlooks the pond.

I see an egret
scooping fishes with it’s beak!

I am incensed!

I run downstairs,
and rummage in the store room,
And rush out my house.

until I was face-to-face
with the fish-stealing feathered creature.

I point my hunting gun.
And shoot.

Poem A Day Challenge Day 26

Poem A Day: Ways to unlove

If I could unpeel you from me,
I’d take a knife to my skin.

If I could dislodge you from my heart,
I’d take a shovel to my chest,

If I could unsee your face,
I’d gouge my eyes with a fork,

If I could disremember your voice,
I’d pierce my eardrums till they bleed,

If I could unforget,
I’d bang my head against wood.

If I could unlove you,
I would.

Poem A Day Challenge Day 24

Poem A Day: Morning dreams

In the morning

is when the best dreams come

when I awake

and return to sleep.

I dream

of all loves

and old crushes

of schoolgirl days

when passing notes

and how to do them

were my biggest concern.

I dream

of the future

premonitions of

my married self,

wife and mother.

the daughter and son

that I will have.

I dream of the love

I feel for them

people who have not existed yet

but only in my morning dreams.

So, in the morning

let me wake,

So I can go to sleep again.

And dream.

Poem A Day Challenge Day 23

Poem A Day: Just because I don’t act like you

Just because it is unsaid
Does not mean it was held back
Doesn’t mean it was intentionally withheld
The words were kept within
No, don’t tell me omission is a sin.

Just because I don’t feel
what you think I should feel
Doesn’t mean my feelings are less
Doesn’t mean they’re invalid

Just because you don’t believe me,
Doesn’t mean it’s untrue,
Can’t you tell,
it’s not me,
only you
who weaves webs of lies
trapping everyone.

Who are you anyway?
To name yourself our judge,
To preside over us.
You’re imperfect too
You omit, you distract, you delay.
Trust me,
if there was, I’d find another way.

Poem A Day Challenge Day 22