Dark Night

We stand upon a precipice

of time

which seems to be in reverse

not moving forward.

Dictators are the new regime

eschewing allies

clasping hands

with any who add to the coffer.

No longer can we neglect

concerns

worries

rage

that reside in those with heart.

Squabble no more

we must unite

or time will fall backwards

into the dark night.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 22/18

He’s Mine

“He’s Mine!”

“No, He’s Mine!”

Voices raised

screaming match

petulant siblings

unwilling to compromise.

Tugged

back and forth

seesawing motion

‘He’s Mine’

tried to struggle free.

Screams

turn to shrieks

single handed punches

finally calling forth

mama’s roaring voice.

“He’s Mine”

Tugged right.

“No He’s Mine”

Tugged left.

‘That’s enough!’

mama roared.

“Stop squabbling.

Over a little man!

Let him go right now!”

Sudden fright

sisters dropped

‘He’s Mine’

to the floor.

‘He’s mine’

wasted no time

fleeing the scene.

Quick glance

reassured

he would be a toy no more.