kaleidoscope flakes free-fall from oyster pearl sky winter’s taste on tongue ©️2022 July Day haiku
Fraiku (a haiku posted on Friday) inspired by Bartholomew Barker, Poet
both rivers and stars flow in transient currents outside time's constraints ©2022 July Day haiku
a cauldron of anger bubbles inside day after day, she swallows it down in the wreckage of her heart, all things ossify she is more than just dissatisfied it shows in her bitter, black frown a cauldron of anger bubbles inside once upon a time, she was a happy bride now, there’s no love nor respect to be found in the wreckage of her heart, all things ossify gentle emotions wash out with the tide on foamy waves of dirty, blighted brown a cauldron of anger bubbles inside she has nothing left save for stubborn pride life has been such a colossal letdown in the wreckage of her heart, all things ossify ‘tween what is and what should be lies a great divide so what the hell, let’s send in the clowns— a cauldron of anger bubbles inside in the wreckage of her heart, all things ossify ©2022 July Day villanelle
(Family issues will be an ongoing thing–for how long, I don’t know–so my posting and reading blogs here on WordPress will be sporadic. I hope for better times ahead.)
soft muted colors paints autumn’s subdued advance summer sulks away ©2022 July Day haiku
Sophie played with fire, torched a blackberry patch to smoke out the vile Rat who hid there by day after haunting her nights in the Booby Hatch. Booby Hatch—that’s what she called the town of gray, hidden in thorny brambles that snatched and scratched, laying at the heart of her dreamtimes’ forays. The residents there were as mad as March hares; she had to kill Rat, or forever live there. When the cold sun rode high, and the Rat laid low, Sophie came prepared with matches and sharp knife. Her bare feet left tracks in the white, crusted snow, from the house of Father and his second wife— not her mother, the jealous, usurper Zo. A witch, the girl knew, whose resentment ran rife. Heavy with child, the witch wanted Sophie gone, so it would be Zo, baby, and father, John. When the bare, spiney briars had burned to the ground, no smoldering city, no black, smoking forms, no charred bones, nor single tooth was to be found— just puddles of water, like after a storm. The witch had tricked her, had moved the gray town, but Sophie’s sharp eyes discerned cuneiforms in the few, singed sticks that had escaped the fire, derived their intendment, knew what was required. Back to the fine house where once she’d been happy, before Mother had died and Zo took her place. Zo turned Father into a slack-jawed zombie who only saw Zo’s wicked, beautiful face. No longer was Sophie his cherished sweetie; his love for her Zo banished, leaving no trace. Nightly, Sophie heard his licentious plea: “Please come to bed, Wife, so I can play with thee.” She opened the kitchen door, the witch stood there; But Sophie saw past pretty Zo’s conjured spell— saw Rat stirring the pot, she said a quick prayer. Rat turned, and her shocked, perfidious face fell. Today was the day to set everything square, dispatch Zo and her spawn to the fires of hell. With a frenzied grin that lit up her green eyes, she slashed Zo’s fat stomach—watched witch and babe die. ©2022July Day Ottava Rima
from my window I look down, look down at the iniquitous world spread out below me I look down, look down I see foul, curst creatures, but they don’t see me from my room I look down, look down into the caliginous night steeped in midnight tea I look down, look down I see ravenous malignancy, but it doesn’t see me from my prison I look down, look down at a haunting of ghosts, ghouls, and monstrous afreets I look down, look down I see all things vile and evil…and pray they don’t see me. ©2018/2022 July Day free verse
Image from iStock
gases twine seek amorphous fit black kisses gorged with light flings sparks through the universe celestial coupling ©2022 July Day shadorma
Thanks to Cognac Project for introducing me to the shadorma.
simple and serene
nature speaks in blue and green
calms naked spirit
©️2022 July Day
Image my own watercolor painting.