Tread softly

Tread softly dear one.

An elaborate pantomime

Is prowling my mind.

 

Mandy Edwards (c) 2018

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A Villanelle

Cock a doodle doo.

I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head,
It’s three in the morning and its dark outside,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.

Three-thirty comes as I wriggle in bed,
The rain pelts down; all sleep is denied.
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head

There’s nothing to do, my book is read,
It’s four in the morning and hope has died,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.

The cat is purring and its fur has shed,
My nose starts to tickle; the clock ticks, “Five,”
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head.

Five bloody thirty, all sleep has fled,
I’ve cursed all the pleasures of the country side,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.

“It’s six.  Rise and shine,” the old man said,
He’s stone deaf and all bushy eyed.
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.

Mandy Edwards © 2017

Sea Goddess

Sea Goddess

Sand disappears in rivulets
Beneath her sun-drenched legs,
As she exhales, inhales, exhales;
Deep in meditation.

She digs her toes into the ocean floor
And slowly moves her hips. Circles
Rhythmically, as if orbiting the sun;
Dips into her purse with salty fingers.

An intake of breath. She moves again.
Her pulse quickening as the rising tide
Fingers her hidden crevices, hissing
And spitting like molten lava.

A final thrust of the hips, she dissolves
In a flurry of frothing surf.
A long shuddering breath. A satisfied sigh.
Her body sated. Her mind at rest.

Awakened to her aloneness,
She curls into the empty shell of herself,
And listens.
Listens to the ocean whispering her name.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2017

Artist: Valentina Cantor

Unraveling the threads

I’m knotted up inside
knit one, purl one
As panic starts to rise
slip one, drop one
Tears betray my eyes
knit one, purl one
The child in me cries
slip one, drop one

It comes as no surprise
knit one, purl one
Fear is my disguise
slip one, drop one
My ego tries to hide
knit one, purl one
The truth of me inside
slip one, drop one

But damn it I shall try
knit one, purl one
To cast out every lie
slip one, drop one
And as my needles fly
knit one, purl one
Stitch love into the sky
slip one, drop one

Done.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
(Edited version)