Apr 30
Beneath the sky
chalk-speckled
ink as though spilt
to bruise the night
dark scab blemish
a smoker’s abrasive cough
then muddy worms
wonky highway migraine
and forked tongue limbs
sprout from funnel of pine
chalk-speckled
ink as though spilt
to bruise the night
dark scab blemish
a smoker’s abrasive cough
then muddy worms
wonky highway migraine
and forked tongue limbs
sprout from funnel of pine
Written: April/May 2025.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, inspired by the 1929 Georgia O'Keeffe painting of the same name. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, inspired by the 1929 Georgia O'Keeffe painting of the same name. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
