The end: A Ryüka

April felt the end was near
She heard it coming in her ear.
But no matter how close it was
She slept and slept and slept.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month.

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The professionals: A Prose Poem

April wanted nothing but the best so called the professionals, the pros, the ones with fancy clothes. The guys with the hats, big lats and polished baseball bats. They zoomed to her house and stood by the door. They didn’t know what for, but that didn’t matter. Their job wasn’t to chatter. It was to be on guard. To be strong. To ensure nothing went wrong.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month.

Dream: A Haibun Poem

circling seas of secrets and wishes. long-legged lads leaping onwards. a thousand cries deafened by devotion. pickled eggs the size of footballs. observing eyes that never judge.

her world was a dream
entered only by April,
one she never left

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month.

Walking: A Cascade Poem

No one loved walking as much as April.
She would slide on her red wellington boots
And walk wherever the ground would let her.

Mountains were a big favourite of hers,
As were beaches and parks and rivers.
No one loved walking as much as April

And the feeling as the sun smiled at her.
But even when the sky decided to cry
She would slide on her red wellington boots,

Fill her pockets with packets of tissues,
Kiss the Earth with the soul of her soles
And walk wherever the ground would let her.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month.