gossip and filth spewed from their faces
making them look as though there were traces
of a shotgun blast to the head.
their words made no less vial
for being just words, task to trial
their next victim fell withered and dead
bitter swords they wielded
around their ice as they fielded
another cocktail of bitter poison they drank
a little gossip, so harmless and ultimately sad
to postulate vomit from the mouth of this cad
although words, no less words, they stank


written for Readwritepoem image #1

bossio  retrospective of a myth

bossio retrospective of a myth



Standing in the Shadows, by Rick Mobbs
Standing in the Shadows, by Rick Mobbs
This week’s prompt at ReadWritePoem is to use an image by Rick Mobbs and write a poem inspired by it.
I chose Standing in the Shadows, by Rick Mobbs
Also, at Pen me a Poem, This week’s Poetry Prompt subject is “Birth”.With both assignments buzzing in my head, I submit the following:  

while we stood in awe
in the shadows of their wings
they graced this world
born with one heart
born of the heavens themselves
innocence shining bright
moonlight spun in waves about them
starlight caught in their hair
twin souls of purity
we turned away
even as our hearts cried with joy
for we were blessed with this moment
of their birth
and nothing more
we were the witness, not the miracle
with them, we could not fly