The bravest spotlight
casts
the shyest shadow.
Hand in hand
they waltz
defining things.
This, that.
Me, you.
Our twisted days.
© N Nazir 2022
Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: spotlight, 21 words
The bravest spotlight
casts
the shyest shadow.
Hand in hand
they waltz
defining things.
This, that.
Me, you.
Our twisted days.
© N Nazir 2022
Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: spotlight, 21 words
The satisfying
thwack
of spoon
on eggshell
make it crack
peel away
the top
reveal the
white mound
ready for
scooping.
Spoon poised
then it goes in
like predator
with prey
struck helpless
and dumb
(Hannibal
Lecter
with one of
his victims)
dip into
the swimming yolk
not quite solid
yellow-edged
raw lava centre
relished on tongue
mmmmmmm
pure protein power
for pint-sized
proportions
I carefully
scrape out
and consume
every last remain
as if I’m eating
a tiny brain.
I admire
the hollow shell
somehow
still perfect
in its emptiness.
Tapering
ovoid
contains
the void.
What more
beatific form
exists
than this?
Nothing.
Nothing
whatsoever.
© N Nazir 2022
Shared for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Sanaa.
© N Nazir 2022
*The first image is also my last on the card for April, shared for Bushboy’s last on the card challenge. These were taken on my phone so they don’t truly justify how eye-popping the paintwork of this mural is. I didn’t share last month’s as it was trash. And the last on the card cannot be trash. I know it’s allowed to be but I won’t share it if it is! Anyway, I won’t say any more as I must remain wordless and don’t wish to upset Wednesday.
Perhaps you ought to
try out a new groove.
The truth is
I was only pretending to like
your…
…you can read the rest of the poem here.
© N Nazir 2022
*thank you to Whispers and Echoes for publishing my poem. This is the first of three to appear in the coming weeks. I originally wrote it for a Sammi Scribbles prompt some time ago, so I’m delighted it was accepted.
Now this song on the other hand is what I’m talking about. The brass section is simply *kisses fingers* Marvin would be proud.
And I
said unto him
she shall sing, she of the
melting horizons shall sing the
blues. He
turned to
me and said, but
the moment brings peril
there are demons in the wings, they
lurk, skulk
seek to
silence she of
the melting horizons.
Yet it is writ in star dust, I
said. We
can do
nothing but bear
witness to her song. None
can thwart the course of fate. Yes, a
storm is
coming
we must beware
but first she must take her
stage and break everyone’s heart to
pieces.
© N Nazir 2022
Written for dVerse Poetry Prompt Night, hosted by Laura, who sets us the challenge to write…
…either a cinq-cinquain:
OR the cinquain chain/crown cinquain: