tonight we MUST fight

Between the wind and my skin lies
freedom, invisible to human eyes
but heavy on hearts.

Place me not in crow casket, shorn of flight
or of sight, for the wind is my sister and
tonight we MUST fight.

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dashing dinner

There once was a cowherd from Daegu,
who liked reams of red meat in his stew.
Said his wife one warm eve
as she darned his ripped sleeve,
“tonight’s feast ran off, mooing ‘screw you!’”

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This is an older poem of mine that I came across today.  My husband and I lived in Daegu, South Korea from 2012 to 2015.  Daegu is pronounced “tay-goo”.  The original didn’t include the anapest that is desired for the limerick form, so I am slowly working on putting it in there.  This version still needs some work.

our armored borough

Deep in our burning bowl,
colorless carp writhe along
river veins, concealed under
hydrangea tears.  In the
coming days, good citizens,
carved from ivory and
emerald, will be driven beneath
browning branches and into cool
corners with strawberry-butterscotch
stars swimming in their eyes.  Those
who endure shall frolic in
chrysanthemum’s shadow.