His moves push all her buttons.
He is a master
at manipulating her tears,
making them pawns in a complicated game of
more take than give,
more check than mate.
Flamingo Sighting
Flurry of feathers
Flamboyant colours fly by
Flamingo sighting
Let Me In
Serrated plates,
rows of overlapping scales
went out with the disappearance of the dinosaurs,
died on a Medieval joust;
discard the armour.
Little one,
precious child,
let Me in.
Retaining Water
Retaining water
just makes heart bloat
with unresolved angst;
when tears fall freely,
they water the ground
and cause
dreams
to grow…
For a devotional on this topic, visit Growing With God in My Garden
Trio of Trumpets
Trio of trumpets
A joyous awakening
Regal Spring fanfare
The Fist
She raises a bloodied Fist
not so much in triumph
as defiance -
Fist brittle-caked in
a shame so thick
it bleeds in blushes.
She shakes this cupped and twisted
gauntlet at very God,
and drinks rain,
and wakes to dawn,
and grows tired of the charade.
Ambivalence rips deep -
what if the sky’s blue
is for her?
The rain, a gentle nursing?
Unleashing the Fist
into a cup to hold blessing
might undo the last thread
that pretends to hold her together.
She grits her teeth against the
laceration
and pries. one. knuckle.
from its cradle,
saying good-bye to
the Fist.
Emergence
Emergence,
resurgence,
umbilical stretch,
ascending,
unbending,
her labour pains’ catch.
