A Trip to the Game Reserve


Through the vast sanctuary

we scuttle like scarabs

searching for signs of fauna.

“Look! Panthera leo!”

“There! Giraffa camelopardalis!”

“See, Equus quagga!”

A glance in the binnies reveals:

nothing but

inanimate stones.


we name them “Sylvester”

(Thank you, Mr Steig!)

and begin again.


It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse and De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, challenges us to write a 44-word poem using “stone” (or some variation there of).

Stumbling Stone


Iron ice, my heart once like a stone
was pierced by love. Who’s left? All have gone.
You offered me new life from broken hands.

Tears and oil anointed with worn hands,
Preparing you for death behind a stone.
Hope dissolved, my joy like summer gone.

Lost, come to complete, we find you gone.
Confused we turn, encountering lifted hands
pronouncing life’s burst forth from sealed stone.

Gone is fear, stone broken in your hands.



NaPoWriMo — Day Seven : Write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.