An island, or: No man’s

A HexSonnetta

Folks think her good-natured;
She often overhears
It said she's "such a dear."
Really though, she's wagered
That none know her major
Concern is her career.

Truth is- people bug her;
Still, she always smiles and-
Has a polished style and-
Steady, grips life's rudder-
Never someone's sucker;
The goal? A small island.

She'll smile but she won't play-
One day, she'll get away...

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #144


Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

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