Not like the olden days, no, sitting ‘round a smoky table,holding sweat-stained cards,holding his face statue-still. No, this cowboy was scratching,scratching silver dust from a single shining card,still trying his luck. A mesh hat shaded his effort. Brown marble eyes with no white in them,searched for the easy out. His small, smooth face, beiged by filtered sun,contrasted with his arms, leather-ridged […]
Burnt Leaf
Burnt leaf, black,rocks and curlsin the flames. Remnants fractureat glowing veinsswallowed into ashes. Pale dust swirls,the wind inhales,exhales over seed. Ashes returned.Struggle emerges greeninto the sun. ©2008 Joanne Sprott
Your Sword of Luck
Suffer your heart’s gateway open.Rust those blades with your tears. May the point of luck be with you. Smear that blood upon your cloak.Hold fast the opening in your soul. May your staff of will be your luck. Spin your wheel among the stars.Hang on dangling for the upswing. May the luck of Jupiter shine […]