Pirate Samba (Poem 333)

Slippery, picky path

almost intoxicating

hard-driving pirate samba,

profane, fairly cloudy 

salacious material,

a bell-ringing distraction

diverting quintessential

ceremonial intersection 

of sugarcane and copper

cow bells

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six

Spring magic (Poem 332)

Bluebells  woods

Green filtered light

Spring's sweet magic

Clear cold nights

Secret blossoms

Presage fruit

Full and round

And ripe

Welcome (Poem 331)

One simple morning, 

mountain folding back 

a golden rose blanket 

from its shoulders, 

first gaudy sunrise 

biting at the heels 

of winter's dark rain. 

One simple song 

on the radio, swaying 

in rhythm with northbound 

tires, taillights a swathe of 

crimson sequins draped 

over the rippling highway. 

One simple day, love 

and light a glimmering cloak 

whose only opening 

allows the future to seep in, 

unannounced, anticipated, welcome...

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six

Foolish Turtle (Poem 330)

Foolish turtle,

   walking your solemn course

   to nowhere 

Peering skeptic,

   the process pleases 

   you best

Some swift, grinning tart

   drifting in your wake

   may try to pass, but 

You, puffed up and solemn,

   forgive the interlopers 

   in your quest 

   for a pickled beet and 

   a perfectly uneventful day

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six

New (Poem 329)

Tumbling lines 

of curvaceous 

skyscrapers pushed

this way and that

by black patent 

leather reflecting 

the sky    bands of 

brass and grasses 

Norwegian pine and 

glass    blue steel 

sequins glinting 

in the sun    no corners 

no cornices no clay    

powder maize peach 

and mint    cool 

liquid Jordan almond 

candy poured 

sweet and creamy    

making every side 

the sunny side of the 

newly paved streets

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six

Katja (Poem 328)

Billows of white

silk    swirling 

underfoot

clouds caressing 

ankles    hands

smoothing 

benevolent mist 

moving 

silently   assured

of admiration

and contentment

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six

Search Wildly (Poem 327)

Search wildly 

    the spirited moon, 

consider the indigo sea.

You loved and were 

    clearly triumphant,

surprised by the pinch 

    of the years, 

fatigued by their 

    eccentric dance,

but brave to have 

    taken the chance.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six