Open

Go to the window
Earth’s curve waits for you
under wild skies
 
Run through the door
spin, sway, swing and play
 
Hinge
the circle
spill outside
boundaries fall before your feet
 
Breathe in heaven
swim with stars
 
Reach out
palms up in supplication
arms open

 

Writtien for dVerse Poets Pub, where Victoria asked us to write a Quadrille (44 words, exactly) about some aspect of the word, “open.”

The Matriarchs’ Charm

Take hungry grins full of spittle
place sticky, beating hearts in the middle
and twine with salt and pepper hair
through endless days and nights laid bare
Add pebble, bone, root and feather
then wrap in tales and bind together
 
Wipe your brow and bow your head
spill blood upon the marriage bed
Now cross yourself – once, twice, thrice
and you become the sacrifice

This is for the Imaginary Garden for Real Toads where we were challenged to write a charm in ten lines or less.