Hello friends,
Five poems this week, from five different constraints. Enjoy! (And if you do, please consider supporting my work by purchasing my latest book The Robots of Babylon, or by pre-ordering my forthcoming omnibus Knit Ink.)
IT CAME FROM OUTER SPACE (Anagrammed Lines)
It came from outer space —
a comet of imp creatures;
a curse of meteor impact —
to permute a cosmic fear,
to cap our mesmeric fate...THE JOURNEY (Palindrome)
Dew.
A field in alpine dales.
I rise, laden.
I plan.
Idle, if awed.THE DESERTER (Redivider)
Now army.
Now a rifle.
Danger.
No war!
My, no war!
I fled anger.GHOSTS OF THE BEDROOM (Abecedarian)
A bedroom
candle dims.
Each flicker
gradually halves
its jewel,
killing light.
Murky night
obliges phantoms,
quietly revealing spirits.
They unravel —
veiled with xenogenesis;
yearning zealously.GHOSTS OF THE STAIRWELL (Reverse Abecedarian)
Zephyrs yawn xanthic wraiths,
vestiges upon the stairs.
Rising quietly,
phantoms orbit nihilistic moonlight —
lowering keenly,
journey into hallways.
Ghosts flood each dusty
cellar,
bedroom,
attic....