bridelope

i lay on the grass & feel how
the flowers push up through my spine
threading me to the divine
the will of modor earth

the smell of honey & i hear how
bees whir above my navel
spreading nature’s table
the pollen will of modor earth

a summer of rain & i smell how
petrichor infuses soil & eaves
wedding with fall’s orange leaves
the solemn will of modor earth

the first snow & i see how
my bridal outfit turns to white
shedding trees stand so quiet
in the mollen will of modor earth

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

GUEST POST // Running on the spot by Topolinopoet

And that’s it
Time now to fold up the earth
And put it away
Those marvellous things you’ve seen
And heard today
machines and exo-build
Infra-plus H
Have gone
If only we could breathe under water

Tremendous mysteries
Of thousands and tens of thousands
And multimillion tears
Folded
All the creatures and the people
Those Long dead
and others
Are of no matter
Believe me

And tomorrow
Forget about the world
folded in on itself
We are concerned only with ourselves
The dying

by TOPOLINOPOET
© All rights reserved 2023

COME FOR WINTER // Six Word Story #121

Thawed kernels popping toward the sun.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

COME FOR WINTER // Six Word Story #120

Zephyr pollinating snowflakes in filament’s fire.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

COME FOR WINTER // Six Word Story #119

Winter weeping icicles onto spring’s dew.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022