The first splash,
a drum crash
Tin roof hiss,
a slow kiss
New voices rise,
warbles and sighs,
from beneath the shelter
of tree ferns–
a chorus begins,
to the outback
Another bite at dVerse quadrille #33 – Sound Off!
His smile dies unseen
by You’re Being Served By Eve
though he’s loved her
each lunch break,
in a year full
of lunch breaks–
one more lonely sapling
in a nondescript forest
where he knows should he fall
he won’t even make a sound.
It’s quadrille Monday at dVerse and today’s prompt is Sound Off!
Born into flame, the Phoenix laments
its heated rush towards metamorphosis.
Skin ruptures, sloughs off and flares briefly,
shedding ash and dreams. Freedom dies
with your smile and I find myself colder —
wishing to stand beside you. Always.
A betrayal of wings, as yet unfurled.
Overhead the cross hangs low, mercurial;
fickle as a lover’s embrace. The yearning heart,
released, takes flight. Framed in that introspective light
I see you hurtling forward — a stellar memory
of lost radiance and I wish to tell you:
it’s the novas that define us.
– Ryan Stone
In my father’s field
my fledgling hopes are neatly hedged,
sown in the soil of silent forebears.
Beside a bourne, in chalk and flint,
I plant my dreams deep.
The rasping of his shovel has slowed
this season. Some furrows lie shallow,
others run deeper.
Through rustic panes I watch him bend,
straining against the pull of years
to pluck joy from the loam.
A moment’s pause to contemplate
a lone invader into precise ranks,
before his shovel resumes its dirge.
Discarding my pen, I fall in beside–
a forgotten page, unplowed.
First published on The Houseboat in August, 2015
The Harley was midnight polished chrome,
three years of saving — a gift to myself
in the spring of seventeen.
I donned leathers as my birthday broke,
left the house that was not home
and rode out into morning. Rode
until I landed, beneath the steely gaze
of a drill sergeant who forged men
from boys of seventeen.
He shaved away my dreadlocks,
found a fractured soul beneath,
broke it down
then built it up,
First published by Silver Birch Press, February 2017
I’m excited to see one of my drabbles – Rishi’s Star – published at the wonderful site The Drabble.
For anyone unfamiliar with the term, Wikipedia offers this definition – “A drabble is a short work of fiction of around one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author’s ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.”
The Drabble also has an excellent guide to what they’re looking for – What Exactly Is Drabble.
I’ve been writing them for awhile now and find it a great way to tune in my brain at the start of a writing session…and every so often I’m left with something I like.
Worth a try when you’re next faced with that dreaded blank page 🙂