Author Archives: Christine Bolton

Monotony

Monotony Lackluster daysand insignificant nightsA respite from monotonyIn the disconsolate lights No rest for the wickedanother dismal chorenever a varianceidentical to the one before Expecting the worseHoping for the bestNo exception to this ruleYou can guess the rest A lonely pointless lifeSad as sad can beTrapped on the hamster wheelRunning, running to be free Finding no way outof aContinue reading “Monotony”

Tropicana – A Lai

Tropicana A red bandanabrought from HavanaLou wore She was Rosannafrom south SavannahShe sworeThey ate bananasin their pajamasGalore!Singing hosannasin the cabananext doorCarlos SantanaHannah Montanado moreThey shouted out loudto quieten the crowdPlease cease!Rosanna allowedSantana to cloudher peaceHannah of course vowedshe would remain proudAt leastNow Lou never cowedWith gun, in he ploughedPolice!Santana in shroudCarried out unbowedDeceased Christine Bolton – PoetryContinue reading “Tropicana – A Lai”

Polar Bear Drowning

Polar Bear Drowning Why is the polar bear drowningin a warm and iceless sea?Robbed of his habitatbecause of man’s love affairwith incessant debris A cornucopia of excessand disregard for habitatInstant gratificationtaking priorityBlame the autocrat Winter now lingerswhere once was SpringSnow covering the plainsin April, with nothing for the Arctic king His kingdom is meltingas the seas do riseThe PolarContinue reading “Polar Bear Drowning”

The Legend of the Selkie

The Legend of the Selkie The land was callingHe could hear itbeckoning to his soulCome, come it criedOver and overEchoing through the shoal He followed the soundsthrough the waters deepuntil the beach he foundWhere he shed his sealskintaking on human formand laid there on the ground Breathless, resting on the sandLooking skyward to the sunFeeling the warmthContinue reading “The Legend of the Selkie”

Rise – A Quadrille

Unable to rise abovefeelings of despairDragging me downon this road to nowhere  Strength and braveryfailing me once moreeyes blindedas I crawl on the floor Help me pleaseas you are wiseLift me upSo, I may rise  Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing © A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the titleMerril is hosting at DVerse PoetsContinue reading “Rise – A Quadrille”

King

King Sipping teain the afternoonstaring acrossthe Serengeti grassesI spy a movementin the corner of my eyeand the moment passes Again, it is theremaybe one hundred yardsa head rises momentarilyStaying long enough for me to recognizethe Lion, albeit temporarily A mutual respectfor each other’s presenceas different as chalk and cheeseHe stealthily moves awaysauntering lithelytowards the trees Surely as oil andContinue reading “King”

Sucker Punch

Sucker Punch Sentences are clippedand displeasure apparentWords becoming terse,sharp and cutting Behavior aberrant A blindside occursSudden and intenseInnocent partyreeling from verbiageScrambling for defense  A foray is unwisewith no gift of fortitudeHolding breath, closing eyespraying for silenceuntil furor subdued  Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Word Prompts:ForayFort (itude)TersePhoto by Ashton Bingham on Unsplash

Song Lyric Sunday

This week Jim Adams has prompted us with Seasons – Spring/Summer/Fall and Winter – for Song Lyric Sunday. I just love memorable intros and the song I chose this week does not disappoint. Summer in the City by The Lovin’ Spoonful from 1966. John Sebastian’s voice sounds so sweet. I hope you enjoy it! LyricsSummerContinue reading “Song Lyric Sunday”