Poetry

Because

Because I could not stop for Death,
Instead I ran away,
Ignored him in my every breath
And took a holiday. 

Death and I got on a plane,
Flew halfway round the earth.
I watched the sky and did not see
My companion since birth. 

With me death lay on a beach,
And with me watched TV,
And when I crossed the road I knew
That Death would cross with me.

So I will stay on holiday
And never kinship lack.
I caught Death in a little box
And wear him on my back.

Snow Haiku

A bizarre lone flake
Bit my lip before brothers
Made the city ghosts

Lucinda Chell-Munks