poetry

Night Walk

By Amy Thomson

Fingers laced,
embraced
by navy glitter,
nothing bitter,
city sleeps,
no horn beeps,
no siren weeps,
no children wails,
just wagging tails.
Leash pulls
our lips apart,
again we start,
dog darts.
Giggles swallowed
as we follow
an excited pup
back home.

 

 

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poetry

Midnight Acid

By Amy Thomson

 

It’s hitting me

all at once,

energy

part of me,

part of it,

something more,

dancing off screen.

My poem is       d  a  n  c  i  n  g.

Inhale

can’t fail.

Intense.

No sense.

Senses on fire,

Perspire,

Waxahatchee lullabies

energize.

What a night,

who knew?

Now you do.

It’s strong,

so are you

you’ll be fine.

Give it time.

Pupils gleam,

two black pools,

tools to see the unseen,

psychedelic gene,

third eye clean.

 

poetry

Look At The Sky!

By Amy Thomson

 

Cumulus pillows
accumulate blue.
Form elephants and
ships and an escape
from the skyscrapers.

 

Cirrus feathers dust
the salmon ceiling,
glowing gold as they
sing goodnight to Sun
and welcome Miss Moon.

 

Actinoform bursts
of bright fireworks
form celebrations
for our green Mother,
and spill their smiles.

 

Nimbostratus eyes
cry tears that fill seas,
groaning and roaring
and begging and—Oh
please return to me!

 

Condensed sisters fight
and love and wander—
all oblivious
to the gaze of the
stardust specks below.

 

poetry

Fever

By Amy Thomson

Air thick with lazy heat,

And giggles full of ice cream treats.

Trees droop for summer nap,

With robins laying in their lap.

Sleepy sun melts down the sky,

The city gives a grateful sigh.

Sky is painted salmon pink,

Framed above the kitchen sink.

Sizzling grill begins to gleam,

Nourishing my summer dream.

Cups of laughter passed around,

Happiness is finally found.