Future's Gardener

Head on a Stem, 'noir' by Odilon Redon

Bring me your beautiful, empty head -

the flower from your stem.

I'll crack it like a seed egg

so you can bloom again.

Give me your petal fingers.

Lend me your pollened palm.

Give me spit and sinew;

I'll glue the future on

to the natal roots you've grafted

to an heirloom's skin.

Let me dig down to your weedy pulse

and splice my sunlight in.

For Hedge's extremely cool prompt at Real Toads

April

She warm breezes your toes
before the grass grows green

enough to soften the winter's
scritch scratch on your feet.

She's not really cruel.
She's just sap drunk and thoughtless;

sun on her shoulders,
frost in her pocket.

For Words Count at Real Toads

Porch Light

I fled like smoke from a fire -
rising black and curling white
into the first available stretch of sky.
I put my faith in fixed foundations.

But the earth quakes against closed eyes;
steam spindrels of dream/spite
escape and frame most of my nights
into that old farmhouse

with the porch light left on.

For Helen's "home" prompt (I wrote about a past home) at Real Toads.  AND it's 55 words for the Flash Fiction 55 party going on over at Word Garden.

Her Scars

When kick
me
sign girl
goes feral,
I

will feed her stars.

When kick
me
sign girl
goes feral,
I

will lick her scars.

Lick
her scars.
Lick
her scars.
Lick
her scars.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

All Skate

Saint Ludwina, patron saint of skaters

Saint Lidwina, hear my prayer.

It's Sunday night, and Monday's there

just the other side of sleep -

the starting line of another week.

I spent the day in preparation

and making lists of veneration.

I've oiled the wheels and mapped the race.

Don't let me fall flat on my face!

And, Lidwina, keep my laces tight.

Give me balance, give me right

of way as I pick up speed;

I've never learned to stop, you see.

Lidwina is the patron saint of ice skaters and roller skaters.

For Kenia's prompt at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.