Policeman on a White Horse

Can you see him? The man on the horse.I can’t. I see through him. A white manOn a horseIn a fieldOf whiteness. In my country he’d be blueThis white manOn a horseIn a field of whiteness.He’d look down from his horseAt the few shades of brownIn a field of whitenessWhat would be in his eyes?WouldContinue reading “Policeman on a White Horse”

From When The Bombs Fell

These bones lay dry in dirt of clayReleased from flesh, blood and sinew.Once they were childrenThey laughed and played.Once they were adults who loved and were loved.Now they are bones in dirt,Left over from when the bombs fell. This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting theContinue reading “From When The Bombs Fell”

False Spring

The weather warmThe days brighterWinter’s fingers slacken their gripFrozen nights leading to icy morningsNo longer upon my doorstep fallHis lips no longer speak my nameThough at one time they didSweetest refrains from songs of the heartBut falsetto were his only notesThe sun came up still a little earlierYet no warmth did it bringWinter though itsContinue reading “False Spring”

I’ll Eat your Piece

It was dessert that did me in; the upside down pineapple cake, looking up at me from the small white plate.It was my grandmother’s favorite cake to bake, her special recipe, made special only because she was the one to make it.I looked up at her, with I’m sure the beginnings of tears in myContinue reading “I’ll Eat your Piece”