'Shapes from the past' by Mike Worrall
A leak within
Secret fairway-
I’m drifting.
The coral islet
electrical eel-
small switch
for open and
closed doors.
Affable ferryman
galvanizes
in blink.
We’re moving
adrift,
contented with
daily diet.
Silverware awaits,
expecting flesh
bit/bite/burger.
Rangy, prone
to roaming around
it arrives
through channels
invisible yet
breathing
in my neck
scent of
coming soon
spring.
ha. spring feels so far away
ReplyDeleteright now.
but when we least expect it
surely it will find us.
Yes!!! Thanks for visit, Brian! Glad you back :)x
DeleteHmm. I feel like I am facing a riddle I must resolve, thinking of Charon and the underworld and more, a time when food itself was treated like royalty and saw the dining room before led to slaughter. (I'm sure this comment will embarrass me later, but I feel breathe down my neck.)
ReplyDeleteOh, Susan, only our spirits know....we have to only guess...Thank you so much for challenge and thoughtful comment! xx
DeleteLove that "scent of coming spring," especially.
ReplyDeleteThat scent better hurry up and make its way up here
ReplyDeleteWe need to celebrate every thaw..~ Thanks for comment!
Deleteaw spring wouldn't that be nice
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed! Weather has some mercy sometimes :)x
DeleteHere on the West Coast, we have had such a slight winter, it already feels like early spring.........you have nailed a lot of prompts with this poem - well done!
ReplyDeleteYou are lucky ! Thank you, Sherry!
DeleteWell, I am waiting for that scent of coming spring. Perhaps in my dreams? Smiles!
ReplyDeleteAh, Mary 30 dg today already feels like release...~ Thanks for comment!
DeleteNice job. I cannot wait for spring.
ReplyDelete"hope" will help to wade through it.
ReplyDeleteSpring...I can't wait
ReplyDeleteYou really took us through a winter maze..it can feels so cold and endless can't it..spring is a good key to wait for..
ReplyDeleteWe who are up-side-down do have a smidgen of difficulty appreciating this sentiment as we swelter in temperatures approaching 43C (about 109F). How about a nice ice block instead got any spare?
ReplyDeleteWhoa! This is wild!
ReplyDeleteA bit of a bite of burger eaten with silverware makes such a clear image. I'd love to be smelling any hint of Spring right now.
ReplyDeleteWith all the below zero weather & snow here in Minnesota I can't wait for Spring! Great write.
ReplyDeleteSpring do come soon :D
ReplyDeleteSpring is being awaited certainly - especially with the cold weather causing havoc! Nicely humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank
Your key makes me crave the combination spring holds on us. Fun to read and very clever!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery here. A few words really stick with me and I realize:
ReplyDeleteI could really go for a bit of a bite of a burger right now!
I like this beautiful poem, excellent!
ReplyDeletechange is coming but the thermometer read -25 thins morning so - brrrrrr
ReplyDeleteoh the scent of the coming spring...i love it and i can smell it as well... unlocking those blossoming and uncurling of seeds in the soil
ReplyDeleteCan you imagine a ferry to springtime? It is so cold for NC and I can't even imagine the northern states…
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your piece. While you are waiting for spring, we are bracing for more storms in this part of the globe.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting piece that I enjoyed reading. Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.
Yes, a very enjoyable read.
ReplyDeleteK