Poem – Six Word Miscellany #3

Out of the blue her eyes

The games hearts play so dangerous

Lips unzipped for tongue tip sips

Laid exhausted by young wanton wiles

Need defies the lines of years

Searched for meaning through inked fingertips

Her intentions lies no longer hide

One of many no way him

Mirror says old bald move on

Six word lines and stories – if they come from one mind do they relate? I believe so, miscellany at play, in time and space. A click and you’re into miscellanies #1 and #2.

 

Vacant Stare

Weather warm a rare blue sky

clock change day car radio said

no hurry well a bit maybe

this lane not one he often used

 

Narrow quite bendy too

passing places a squeeze through

strange no cars seen either way

probably it was just his day

 

All clear it seemed ahead

rear view mirror given a check

eyes front swerved right then left

an old lady from nowhere stepped

 

He’d swear she’d just appeared

no movement just a vacant stare

grey clad from head to foot

of this age no way that look

 

Drove on his head turned back

no sign gone as quick as that

cold sweat his heart beat fast

foot to pedal scared disturbed

 

That week the local paper lead

ghost of Cock Lane seen again

old men rubbed their chins

recalled stories of minds taken