I was going to gather eggs in the pretty basket
I’d found hanging on the gate near the coop.
Playing farmer in the dell –
Hiking boots, skirt, my hair pulled back
to show my naked face.
But the eggs … smeared
with shit … blood.


dVerse quadrille Monday – on a Tuesday as always because my Monday writing time is before dVerse wakes up to Monday. So it’s a good think I am mainly here for the practice.

His fingers, hesitant and rocking
like stick insects on the move- there’s an intention
there, I know that. It’s a matter of slowing
down to match his slowing pace. It’s a matter
of being patient as fuck while he inches
towards a revelation and we can all exhale.


prompts:
vssnature – stick insect
vsspoem – fuck