I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
There are useful things inside wolves and shadows,
sharp things
with moonlight in the blades
to show the way back out
from the darker places in the bellies of beasts
that perhaps may not be beasts
once they’ve be carved into smaller, scurrier things
that run rather from, rather than swallow
all the things that shine.
Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay
And I wondered
if the sight of me wavering
excited you.
Like a candle flame dancing,
your palm held
just inside the heat.
Contemplating the risk
of snuffing me out altogether.
Extinguishing that light
with one blow
one fist closing tight.
Did I excite?
Not the exact word for tonight’s Quadrille prompt, but a form of it is there, and according to the rules that’s alright.
Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay
These palm clutched coins
too precious for parting,
but needs must.
Image by Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay
I’m very English sometimes,
apologising
to the stranger staggering by,
shoulder swung into mine,
sorry caught in the air
with the dust cloud he trails.
So I’ll repeat
in case repetition makes up
for distance,
for an inability to find fire
until much later on
when I am a city or more
away
and still thinking about bone
and muscle
and a sharp snap of ‘move
now!’
No please.
Image by Grae Dickason from Pixabay
I braided a basket of my fingers,
in case I was required to catch
you
if you fell from any sort of height
or perhaps needed a boost
to reach a shelf
or a step
on a ladder I could hold
once I’d unwoven these hands
to grip the rungs better
if you eventually decide
to climb.
Image by Pexels from Pixabay
Carol J Forrester 
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