A song with no tattoos of lovers nude
who’ve left the room to pet llamas from the

Skin scents fresh rain cleansing pain down concrete
drains of streets named Main in cities on the
plain where bushes of origin take root
without refrain

Strength of wildflower’s colored stains from
sunset’s fondling hillside breasts in breezes
of original breath

Souls unplugged

Acoustic hawks ride winds ‘bove trees budding
green in coolish spring sweaters of white clouds

Lungs filled with air from mountaintops rare where
rams roam free from the scope of hunter’s glare
and drink from snow fed creeks with the occa-
sional stray bear that doesn’t care you
are there alone in the wonderland of
original expression

Alone wearing scarves of red on rivers
of ice not fearing the dead frozen in
motionless currents below

Alone thumbing your nose at the bridge that
spans the risk of originality

Alone facing fear with no mirror

Alone jumping off a cliff with nothing
bungee-like tied to your ankle

a risk


a poem with no form

a song just born

Adam and Eve before the leaf and the
serpent tempting with wares not his own

An ocean shore sparkling daybreak’s roar beck-
oning the opening of your bedroom
door and inviting you to desire
more from your core passion wearing its own


to be


an aphrodisiac

for doves

even when lost in the clichés of love

(For dVerse Tuesday Night Open Mic)
And please check out more of Kate McGill


11 thoughts on “Original

  1. hedgewitch says:

    An arresting mixup of the totally expected and the unusual. I like the third stanza especially.

    The lady’s song was quite charming as well.

  2. haha what a brilliant dance henry,every time i tried to turn left you went right and just left me amazed…some really fun imagery through out…was enjoying the mountains and a llama walked in and brought the ocean…a love poem in all its confusing rightness…

  3. A return to innocence, unplugged from original sin, alone in a garden, throwing out the trash, simplify, simplify, reduce to minimal, renew, reject, encircle, fight the primal needs and again return to innocence…well done in your own unique way.

  4. hey did you just nix your post while i was commenting…the fog hawks piece? anyway here is what i was saying…smiles.

    intersting…rather surreal but like claudia i feel the beat…and hope the hamsters run quick…and you are sharing that apple pie, right?

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