writer’s chair shining

the rumbling of virus check
paces across midnight
time the tick of a clock

she takes a stand
skinny font
bold lettering
they extend their hands

“in essence they fear a lion
but not a woman”

she opens the door too quickly
ripping her nylons
upsetting the word cart

oh, grin!

the conversation dissolves
the ever present sunlight
slightly fades her material

three cheers
to a flippant self
and to all whom she respects

at the sight of home
her raised brow
rises like a giant umbrella…
writer’s chair shining

by mary ann blinkhorn

16 thoughts on “writer’s chair shining

  1. sedge808 says:

    ‘ripping her nylons’ 🙂

  2. alvason says:

    your lean energy and sticking-out elbows reminds me of Marinetti’s Manifesto.

    Click to access Futurist_Manifesto.pdf

  3. Maxi says:

    …upsetting the word cart. Kudos.
    blessings ~ maxi

  4. Loved the line “upsetting the word cart–” and I see I’m not alone.

  5. patgarcia says:

    Excellent poetry. I love your descriptive art of putting words together.

  6. Ben Naga says:

    Moments of greatness here
    And an off-kilter approach
    (In the nicest sense)
    Enviable parry and riposte

  7. “Oh, grin!” made the poem for me.

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