The morning after
Daylight suddenly became noon
As I hazily forgot
About the midnight moon
That sparkled in a glass of champagne
Stirred by my evening’s silver spoon
Which are now hovering
Under the ceiling fan
Of my slithery room
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Today was my first day as ‘Host’ of the “Sprints” segment over on Coffee House Writers Magazine, which I shall be doing three evenings a week, and during the initial 20 minute sprint session, I wrote this appropriate piece …
Sprinting
Here I am, at my age!
Awkwardly sprinting
Writing quickly into a twenty minute page
Adrenaline pumping
Dribbling words into an empty rain gauge
Heartbeat racing
Thoughts are flying out of an unlocked cage
Calmly panicking
Between memories of love and hidden rage
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
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