Poet moon, or: A soul softly

Poetry Partners #125 'Poet moon', a poem by Rob Kistner of 'Image & Verse' Ride the moon light the poet’s lamp explore the secret realm of rhyme ride the moon to seek the magic that glistens there like stardust in the folds of time Image & Verse: https://www.image-verse.com/ A Cherita by ben Alexander of ‘The… Continue reading Poet moon, or: A soul softly

Alighting askew upon the dunes

Sahir looked up from the monarch's bloated corpse on the shore at the child's tear-stained face, deftly flicking his hand skywards. "Princeling, we must return you to your family's alcázar immediately." The boy gawked as a closed door in a sturdy frame plummeted earthwards from above the clouds, swinging open just before alighting askew upon… Continue reading Alighting askew upon the dunes

Right to left, or: Left to right

A 'Loop' poem He'd wow his friends with sleight of hand; Hand over hand, too fast for eyes; Eyes sparkling, lift large plastic cup, Cup crimson sponge of golf ball size. Fanned playing cards from right to left; Left stunned, the audience would delight, Delight in wondrous magic tricks, Tricks few could do exactly right.… Continue reading Right to left, or: Left to right

She smiled tenderly

"Honey, you could use some witchcraft, and I could use a light," she twittered flippantly. On cue, an enormous crow landed on her forearm and lit her cigarette. "Fancy one?" she asked, staring the shaken youngster directly in the eyes. Quaking, the teenager backed up towards the door. "Oh… n-n-no th-thank you, Ma'am!" Suddenly, impossibly,… Continue reading She smiled tenderly

Up towards the vortex

d’Verse prosery Even as the King's mages work desperately to repair my charred eyes, I cannot help but clutch my fists apprehensively, for how can I be sure I shall see again? The world on the first of May was peaceful, no different than the last of April, really, although the skies seemed just a… Continue reading Up towards the vortex

Soaring out into the sky

Her father was a world-renowned yodeler from Switzerland; and her mother played electric guitar in a heavy metal band; but the child was born mute and would cringe at even the slightest noise. Considered a freak and largely ignored, she kept to her bedroom, magically bringing shadow-birds to life and sending them soaring out into… Continue reading Soaring out into the sky

Descend into the catacomb

Cowed into silence, those sitting around the circular table observed as the sorcerer raised the enchanted wine glass over the sleek surface and slowly turned it sideways. Water miraculously began pouring from the empty vessel, as the wizard inverted it fully and placed it at the center of the table. The crystalline liquid continued spreading,… Continue reading Descend into the catacomb

Her jade(d) eyes

The curse was purported to be unbreakable; but the minstrel winked at the princess with a mysterious confidence. "You hope to succeed where so many failed?" she asked dispassionately. "Very well. Which key will unlock my caged heart?" The bard looked past the keys hanging from the ceiling, directly into her jade(d) eyes, and pulled… Continue reading Her jade(d) eyes