Saturday, October 31, 2020

The We of Ink and Tablet


Blood of poet, vein of dread,

night grows darker with whispers fed

lie of tongues - the muse is dead.


Night grows bolder with wine of ink

that pricks the mind with a sorcerer’s wink

to expand the spirit so thoughts don’t shrink.


One word grows three,

a root a tree,

Calliope’s tablet answer’s plea.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2020

Painting by Charles Meynier 

Calliope: Greek Goddess - Muse of eloquence and  epic poetry.
My poem isn't eloquent or epic, but I am grateful Calliope showed up
so I could find 55 words and wrote in rhyme. (Something I am not good at)

Flash Friday 55 - Halloween Edition 2020

Saturday, October 17, 2020

Broken Down Ride of the One Horse Emporium


Every giggle and scream 
was catalogued on stirrups
by tiny feet once racing 
a circle of dreams.

The brand new under
the nothing new sun
claimed its glory until time
pulled the plug and progress
built a bypass.

Those brave enough
to explore shredded whimsy
be wary nostalgia is 
a bitter herb when 
mixed with regret. 

©️Susie Clevenger 2020

Word Crafters Prompt








Thursday, October 8, 2020

The Scent of Unseen


Her perfume announces

her passage where eyes

don’t trust visions, and fear

twists imagination into a demon’s blink.


She was dance, April’s first bloom,

youth’s passion for invincible.


October came with skeletons,

and she carried their bones

until the beast’s breastbone

became the final cut.


She is now a ballet of narrow dreams,

the last chance haunting those

stuck in wandering spaces where timid

prefers the vinegar of same to wine

bubbling with temptation to change.


©Susie Clevenger 2020