writers – Thistle Thoughts

Poetry: “Weaver” & “Ritual”

a little hubris
is harmless

I’m existing as a shadow who can’t find the body it belongs to.

I’m being as patient as possible

There was medicine just lying around,

In the pink plastic pail
at the end
of the driveway,
stones and acorns
soak, sky reflections
swirl.

30 word poetry prompt

Cunning raven,
sing for me

I walk slowly,
collecting jagged
seashell thoughts

I only scratch surfaces. I fear the
blood of everything.

New published poem.