free verse – Sera’s Poetry

Amelanchier arborea in the Red-Light district.

For this one, I had to insert a screenshot due to the format of the poem. I didn’t want it to be written differently.

Go Home

Spanish moss curtains drape over branches of old oak trees and bald cypress knees peek out of the silt by the bayou. Palm fronds frolic beneath the canopy as cicadas warn of darker days when the flood threatened to whisk them away. This is where I come to preen my feathers, to pull the ticksContinue reading “Go Home”

The Hitchhiker

He said He was leaving home. He said, “Father Sky has not been kind to me.” He said, “I do not send letters anymore, I forgot the address.” He kept seashells in His pockets but never answered the worried phone calls from Mother Ocean. He had a map but did not know how to readContinue reading “The Hitchhiker”

How to Make a Cup of Coffee

STEP ONE: Get the fuck out of bed. Smooth out the creases of your outline in the dirty upholstery. STEP TWO: Shake off the dust. Wring out your creaky bones. STEP THREE: Welcome the stickiness of the hardwood beneath your clammy feet. Remember how to move your muscles Again. STEP FOUR: Fill the water andContinue reading “How to Make a Cup of Coffee”