the rumbling of virus check
paces across midnight
time the tick of a clock
anticipation
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
mypenandme 
‘ripping her nylons’ ๐
Ha! I love metaphor! Great photography on your page — I enjoyed it.
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your lean energy and sticking-out elbows reminds me of Marinetti’s Manifesto.
Click to access Futurist_Manifesto.pdf
I’ll check these out. Nice to hear from you.
โฆupsetting the word cart. Kudos.
blessings ~ maxi
i enjoyed your, DO YOU REMEMBER LIFE BEFORE THE COMPUTER, Maxi. I added it on Pinterest. ๐
Loved the line “upsetting the word cart–” and I see I’m not alone.
There’s so much to learn! Thanks for reading and commenting, Victoria. I appreciate it. ๐
Hi,
Excellent poetry. I love your descriptive art of putting words together.
Shalom,
Patricia
Thanks, my friend. Great seeing you here. ๐ Best, Mary Ann
Moments of greatness here
And an off-kilter approach
(In the nicest sense)
Enviable parry and riposte
๐ Thank you!
“Oh, grin!” made the poem for me.
Thanks. Pleased to meet you.
YW…it was the perfect pause.