weather

The Lash

men who are afraid of me

like you,

because I yelled

unexpectedly

or the ones I seduced

too easily

scared I’ll leave

or withdraw regard

my need

seared by wit

can’t forgive

or forget

that spell

he feels

unspecified annoyed

can’t tell

why

a woman tall

and loud and hoyden

is just

too much

a burden

when you’re built to fight or fuck

coward men

need soft chides

with love

and shimmer

not a simmer

from

the lash of

her storm’s

bad weather

messing all your

ruffled feathers

bound in tradition

that’s conditioned

you’re blind

your man eyes

can’t see

so, so sooo sorry

not sorry me

 

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Snowclouds in April

 

A lifetime in one day

clouds toss the sun about

and the wind bats the sail

how oppressed you feel

 

As a ribbon stretches

across my page

shiversilver in afternoon light

shafting through tinted glass

of tramstop topwindow

and the whole patchwork years

unfurl in a breezy

meadow like a picnic blanket

or a dancing plastic bag

pick the spots

glinting rivers and

sequin puddles shining

moments, vignettes, entire novels

maybe mundane but it never felt that way

the sky up there so grey

full of snow and rage

 

Today’s GloPoWriMo prompt: write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time.

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