I had a DREAM —
It is midnight
A cemetery
I am leaning
To BRACE myself
Against the cool stone
Of a GRAVE,
Mists rising around
Eerie sounds
A chittering
A chattering
I step forward to see
Ghosts PRATE idly
Around a tomb
As if around a table
A game in progress
I creep towards
The creepy scene
Peering through a GRATE
When as one
They turn
Towards me – IRATE
That I would dare
To disturb their game
Of bones

Georg’ann

A stone HEART in a small CRATE
arrived today.
It was packed with such care.
Opening it, oh how the sound of styrofoam did GRATE.
It was meant as an apology,
in response to a recent exchange
in which he chose to ORATE
rather than converse.
I was IRATE at being silenced.
This heart in squeaky styrofoam encapsulates
the full arc of our relationship

Heather