Monkey-Business In Moonlight

Monkey-Business In Moonlight

Air is stung with blows
from swords strapped on
with relish. Clangs merge
with strident song of iron
that rings across and over field stubble,
or against hard stone of filled silo.

One can only wonder at what
unhinged crime might be occurring
as shadows shimmy and fly at one
another, chopping evening’s order
into squirming worm-like madness,
until quiet suddenly descends,

and silence kisses darkness once again.

Elizabeth Crawford  11/19/2017

Note: Thought it was time to get back to both Wordles. Used all of the words in one form or another. Image is a Photo-kali, made from a photograph.

Posted at The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #326 
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monkeys, sword, moon, merge, kiss, fly,
relish, chop, shimmy, strap, sting, crime

Sunday’s Whirligig: Worled #138 
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air, light, hinge, worm, song, stubble,
silo, over, iron, clangs, blows, order

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #379 
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Stray Thought 14

 Was a singer, not a monk

Songs written by others
fell from her lips, like nurturing rain

Often dreamed of dragonflies
guarding the gates of dream-time
where own song lived,  unheard

Elizabeth Crawford 11/14/2017

Note: In Native American mythology, dragonflies guard the gates to dream-time.

Posted to Micropoetry: November 2017 
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Stray Thought 13

“Hush child. You know
there are those days
when the words
stretch, like lacy tree
branches, but can’t
quite reach,
to find and make meaning.
Let them be, but listen
as they whisper
between themselves
of wind and soft breezes.
Wrap and rock themselves
to a different lullaby
sigh in soft contentment
to just be
without your need
to be heard.
If you give them that freedom,
I promise,
they will return.”

Elizabeth Crawford 11/13/2017

Posted at Micropoetry: November 2017
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Stray Thought 12

Before the surgery, they shaved off her creamed-coffee curls. Replaced them with a scar that arched over her left ear. Used a steel pin to stop up the hole where bone had been broken. Doctor said she was his “Miracle” girl, but her family thought her words were spoken out of turn, not to be trusted. So, she traveled through the next thirty years always doubting her mental processes, forever seeking an answer that would bring peace.

deep in dark woods
heard scream of fierce hawk
looked up to see hope

Elizabeth Crawford  11/12/2017

Note: The left hemisphere of the brain is the center of logic and language

Posted at Micropoetry: November, 2017 
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Stray Thought 11

“It’s okay. I understand.
You followed the words
and they took you back
to the very beginnings
and that scared you.

I’m here to remind you
that fear is only a feeling,
never a fact, and the words
will always take you
to the place you need to be.

So, flutter those wings
and continue.”

Elizabeth Crawford 11/11/2017

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Stray Thought 10

Once upon a time,
not so long ago in memory,
there was a little girl
who thought her heart
was a fluttering butterfly.

One day she slipped face first
beneath the rear wheel
of her father’s reversing black Pontiac,
and awoke to find
that nothing would ever be the same.

She had yet to learn
that butterflies must keep moving,
forever in migration
toward Mexico, and Mexico
is a hell of a long, long way
from her home
in Northern Wisconsin.

Elizabeth Crawford  11/10/2017

Posted to Micropoetry: November 2017 
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Stray Thought 9

“You are very good
with metaphors,
but I want to know
what the butterfly sucked
up, in all that fluttering around,
and did the fiercely focused hawk
find the prize
that would satisfy
her hunger?”

Elizabeth Crawford  11/9/2017

Posted to Micropoetry: November 2017 
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