Spine loose in your bar room seat,
feet kicked up between the empties
crowing new year, new me
to the few that still linger.
Pretending there’s still time
to make change.
Tag / weekendwritingprompt
Aurora Seeker #WeekendWritingPrompt
Aurora seeker sits
knees folded,
like a paperclip,
and hands loose
on the dirt
at the edge
of this cliff
that has held others
that watched
for dawn.
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So We Barter #WeekendWritingPrompt
These palm clutched coins
too precious for parting,
but needs must.
Image by Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay
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Finding My Mother’s Amateur Jockey Licence #WeekendWritingPrompt
She put it to the back of a wardrobe,
in a bag of mismatched things,
none of any use these days
but none the sort you throw away.
The sort you keep until they’re found
by curious small hands cooped up
by the rain on window panes.
Discovering you before them.
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Standing The Test #WeekendWritingPrompt
Cup the whole of me in one hand.
Hold my belly up to a light,
judge my origins,
if I might be the real deal.
Examine my spine carefully
through this sheen of skin
while I burn like paper,
edges curling in as I smoke.
Test the me between teeth,
bite down, heads up,
crack your enamel
on my silver forked tail.
Spit me free
with blood and tooth
and every question asked
to test the mettle in me.
Wonder why I leave
with a word like love
so sour in my mouth
I choke.
Carol J Forrester 
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