Tag Archives: free verse

Frog Chairs

 
fairyspin2
 
the world of faeries is hidden in plain view

look for it at twilight

and in erase,
 

near keyhole,

and déjà vu,

in August’s

blinding Spot

and along Occam’s edges,

You will need gardening tools, however,

and barrows (of)

lichen brandy

should be handy, too,

so really, it’s a matter of foresight whether you’ll tempt one suited to your needs…

A faerie on the downlow is nevertheless discernible by characteristic

* round eyes *

all faeries have them

baby blues, greens, and topaz,

they’re wide open

and gleam instead of twinkle,

the difference being a faerie never blinks.

Then, too, there’s an extra something growing somewhere on a faerie’s body

a nail,

a nipple

a finger…

something

and true faeries hum under their breath

at all times

unsung charisma undeniable

unrecordable & unpackageable, too,

there’s no spare potions or lotions to be rendered from faerie dust.

It’s completely insoluble

(the opposite of witches)

even so

beheMoths

flock to a faerie’s fleeting flame

hopelessly pucked, and some kicking and screaming

but the funny thing is

the faerie needs that adulation

to exist.

finally 8’s

figure 8’s

fated 8’s

8’s are crazy bad luck for faeries,

and you’ll always find a few husks near that number.

 ©Karen Robiscoe

 

Stop Short

 

white

or padded

twill

or tatted

to hell with catchall mitts

gloves implying

underlying

urge to return hit…

if I’m dusty

knuckles busting

pinkie drooping low

I won’t hide it

just abide it

and I’ll skip

marking toes…

gloves

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Voicemale

mail

If you like me at all

–please don’t call

for heaven’s sake don’t Skype…

Don’t text me

or vex me

or sext me

or hex me

or any such other hype…

Don’t friend me

or vend me

or gripe me

or type me

a note or in stereo

don’t tweet me

or greet me

or page to

engage me

in mentioned scenario…

To reach me

just teach me

a new form of

speech, see,

including each lesson in letters,

electric’s

a technic

and snail apathetic

still *male*

~when it’s artful~

is better.

©Karen Robiscoe

Hokey-Spokey

hokey pokey

I can fit in

>when I’m bidden<

but the truth is I don’t.

Since the midden

is where fittin’

can be hidden

for most.

So I dance to

my percussion

tappin’ lyrical

beats…

Jokin’ hokey

never pokey

skippin’ rules

by the feat.

I can foot in

if I’m wooden–

I can go North ↑

or South ↓

but by nature

nomenclature

could be deemed

foot-in-mouth.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Blending In…

 

semaphore oops

I’m putting on my blinders

turning off my blinkers

shutting down my headlights

no grander deeper thinker

 ↓

I’m settling for blander

deleting back to blanker

lockering my longing

quelling rooted hanker

It must have been a blunder

to bellow flame inferno

the rumbling no thunder

the lightning just a Sterno.

©Karen Robiscoe

 

Roll with It

towels

Towels!

A wondrous invention,

they have so many uses!

for drying off

warm,

fluffy,

enveloping

for cleaning up

ragged,

soaked,

stained

and for tossing in

trunks,

hampers,

rings

paper working just as well…

in that last instance.

©Karen Robiscoe