one cruel word
& the blues bleeds
into my heart
I’ll never not be there – triple emphasis pinky swear.
At the time I said it, I meant it,
but time’s moved on. And so should we, hon.
(written for 3LineThursday, week 37)
‘Fly with me,’ she trilled. ‘Goody two-shoes,’ she cawed.
Her last words. She crashed, like I warned her,
But being right won’t make feeling lonely any better.
(written for 3LineThursday, week 36)
Just before the door slams shut, I catch a glimpse.
Not the proof I wanted,
But enough to stoke up a witch-hunt.
(written for #3LineThursday, week 34)
I’m supposed to be on holiday, but the weather’s not great today and I have to do something, right? How about some publication news, then:
I am the first one to admit that I’m not a poet – I’d categorise my three lines as micro fiction rather than poetry. But the lines (between micro fiction and poetry) are blurring, I think. So I’m really pleased that my entry was deemed good enough to be commented on by Rachna.