September poetry
These months have been fertile in poetry and less so in tales. So here we go, more poems, on daily games, pearls, tides and hiding in bushes.
Up in the morning
An alchemist playing
Waking up around me
Get up in the morning
Whatever I can conjure
Feel the lazy air
A poem
A sauce
Another day of magic
Until the sky gets dark
A walk in the park
In the tide
I am a pearl, I hide in the tide
Tumble and roll, Jump and glide
I'm having fun in my house of foam
Unbound, unscathed, unburdened I roam
And yet, sometimes the doubts creep in
Like grains of sand in my shelly skin
Is there anything out there I ought to be seeking?
Is there more than dancing, eating and sleeping?
Hidden
I don't like to sing
Or to dance with others
I find that having a body
Shouldn't be so public
When I walk outside
I keep close to hedges
Or to bushes and trees
I can relate to weeds
When I need some comfort
I dream of being tiny
Disappearing under a rose bush
In the company of spiders
I also sometimes dream of being tiny, or even invisible, and find comfort in that ❤️