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Betty H Feb 2020
Ghostly night creatures
stir in the thick black forest
a high screech echoes

Dawn draws the day star
as chilled night immortals sleep
roosters crow, birds sing
Betty H Feb 2020
Orange sun descends
as red super moon prevails
darkness lures spirits
Betty H Feb 2020
He glides cautiously toe to heel
on slender orange legs.
The Blur Heron renders silent ripples
in the grassy wetlands.
His stature *****, graceful as a ballerina.
A pointy beak projects over a long narrow neck.

Reserved and confident
he dwells beside the Egret,
whose round white frame, curved neck
and skinny legs resemble sticks
from fallen from a dead tree.
The Egret peers with his beady eyes.
Still water snatches his reflection
and mimics his own torso.

In common, they stalk the tide
while they search for their prey
among the muddy waters of the lowlands.
Small fish, tiny shrimp, *****, young mammals
tempt them to satisfy their appetite.

The pair fly, elegant wings flap
slap the thin air, tackle the wind
and soar into a light turquoise sky.
Betty H Feb 2020
One married man's pith severs.
Eyes and desire bestowed on two.
His wife, a previous scullery maid,
his prior lover, a married aristocrat.

His wife suspects trouble, jealousy,
Hearsay soars as he look smitten with "her".
By no means does he touch her bodice.
Yet, she bows and he kisses her hand.
Speaks to her in humble tones.

Thus, the lover gently loosens his capture.
She declares her stature.,
implores him to mend his spirit,
no longer shall it be sliced.
The whole belongs to his spouse.
The lover holds true to her dignified married lifestyle.
Betty H Jan 2020
Winter's eve
fireplace crackles
yellow, blue flames
warm air swathes the house
scent of burning logs
expands my nostrils, breathe.


Crave for soup
bubbles on stove
tomato base
yellow corn
green beans and okra
white turnips
navy beans
touch of red pepper

Steam swells in the kitchen
my mouth pauses to taste.
Alas, I feel the warm liquid
ooze down my throat, belly.
Satiates
Ideal for a blistery cold night.
Betty H Jan 2020
My dignified knight, **** of armor
shapely bodice illuminates my eyes
strong muscular hands touch mine
long bony feet curl over my legs
hairy chest warms my *****
blue veins protrude form his enduring arms
angular face, bearded chin, gray eyes
plant me in a trance

When apart, I yearn for my knight
I still see his comely shadow
sense his smooth corps against mine
emptiness creeps into my mood
I ache from quarantine
others fail to catch my glimpse
though a wink or two has no purpose
I wait uneasily for my kindred spirit to return
Betty H Jan 2020
Jitters, grasp hands firm
bodies swim in cold fresh air
release, float,breathe,dream
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