MARY BONE

MARY BONE

WORD WHISPERERS

Word Whisperers throughout the day

Shout words also at night

Over intercoms and loud speakers.

Voices come at me

From many directions.

Ventriloquists are on street corners

Playing mind games with passersby.

As they look over their shoulders

and keep on walking.

Earmuffs are always in my pocket.

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(Word Whisperers poem has appeared on Literary Yard Magazine)

GLOWING EMBERS

I pounded bones on old hides-

Music to deaf ears

A warning sound to surrounding tribes.

Impending doom awaited warriors from

Another village-

Dare they get too close

To glowing embers.

THE SAND DUNES OF SUMMER

I was caught in the sand dunes of summer

When winter hit hard.

Icicles were my earrings.

While catching a wave,

Seagulls flew overhead

As the sun melted my frozen heart.

Somehow, my thoughts are

Still lost at sea.

MARY BONE

MARY BONE has been writing poetry and short stories since the age of twelve. Her poems have appeared in magazines, journals and online blogs. The most recent acceptance is currently posted at Whispers in the Wind Blogspot and Literary Yard. She is currently working on a third book.