Dealing With Problems Head-On Was Not Their Strong Suit
He
was about the opposite of
Medusa, his stare
turning itself
to stone, without aid
of mirrored shield.
She,
in the face of
that stare, usually
transmuted to dust, from which
a few small slivers
of heart
slithered frantically.
He,
being stone,
did not much care
for dust (a bleak future
for granite) while
she
became increasingly
desperate,
trying to capture the
wriggles of what had
been her life
before they slipped
under the couch, or behind
the wainscoting.
The above is a poem written for a dVerse Poets prompt on “sculpture,” hosted by Victoria C. Slotto.
If you have any time this weekend, please please please check out, my comic novel,NOSE DIVE, book of poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, or children’s counting book 1 MISSISSIPPI. Pearl, below, likes Going on Somewhere, but Nose Dive is only 99 cents on Kindle.
Pearl Perusing GOING ON SOMEWHERE
Recent Comments