abstract sun, image by JWLUCKY, on Pixabay, modified
Rain
I embraced hope
as thunder
rumbled in the distance,
the long season of drought
has ended,
rain from the Divine
has come,
to water our fields
of figs and thistle,
to fill our empty
storerooms with grain,
to clothe our naked
sorrows with robes
of joy.
*
Paint the Sun
Lightning flashed outside the port window of the old schooner
as a seasick mouse painted on a magic easel: a sun-kissed sand,
seagulls hovering over grass huts, and mice dancing to kettle drums
in front of a “NO CATS ZONE” sign. Mouse applied sunscreen
and leapt into the painting!
…
Granny Cat paused in reading the bedtime story. The litter of striped
kittens lounged on inflatable mattresses in her den bordered with pots
of catnip and lacy windows. She smoothed their fur away from sleepy
eyes and ran her paws down their whiskered faces.
Listening to their purring, she closed her tawny eyes and silently prayed
that strong storm shutters on their souls’ windows would protect them
when life unleashed tornadoes without warning, causing upheaval and fear;
that somehow in the darkness they could keep hold of their inner lights,
pick up their easels,
and paint the sun.
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Becky Parker resides in Tennessee. She is a Pushcart
prize nominee whose works are found in Spirit Fire
Review, Agape Review, Sweety Cat Press, Yellow Mama, Appalachia Bare, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, the Rye Whiskey Review, Pulse, the Green Shoe Sanctuary, Avocet,
Sequoyah Cherokee River Journal, Amaranth Journal,
Spire Light, Mackenzie’s Publication, Salvation South,
Heart of Flesh, Mildred Haun Review, and North Dakota Quarterly. She is a Tennessee Mountain Writers’ Children’s Literature Award winner and is the founder of Briar Haus Writes, which is a literary page and group on Facebook.
July 2024 issue
I love "robes of joy" and "paint the sun."
Wee-wrought, creative poems. Great job, Becky!
John