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.