MM's IBPC Selections for August Competition, No Poll required Options

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi all,

We have exactly 3 nominations that have been approved to go to the IBPC this month, therefore no poll is required.

Best of luck everyone!

~Cleo


Gardener's Sonnet by Larry D. Jennings

Green spring was but a promise dressed in sundry shades of brown
while winter’s ermine coat was gray and soiled; a filthy rag.
Cold rain had come and blessed the earth last night in this small town
as I began my yearly task to transform toothless hag

of flower bed. My pride and joy, a dormant butterfly,
reposed within cocoon-like earth, awaiting warmth and hand
of loving care. Sweet nourishment I shared in good supply
where winter weeds had flourished; thieves and squatters, all unplanned.

The memories of seasons past were goads I’d not begrudge
when pain of age and toil had sapped the vigor of that morn‘.
From Death's domain, I wrenched such wondrous sights from sand and sludge;
to share with any passer-by my own rainbow… reborn.

All gardeners, as springtime nears, want only to appease
the eyes of man, while feeling close to God... upon their knees.


Starlit Seduction by Eira Needham

The curtain’s drawn; a spangled velvet sheet
creates a welcome shade from summer’s heat.
A slumber blankets earth with dreams, as night’s
seductive moonbeams dance in shadowed light.

Big eyes entice the sky, they wink and flirt;
she fingers silver buttons on his shirt
to proudly flaunt her galaxies of gems
on midnight’s hand. He lifts her sequined hem
as stellar rays caress the dark. She sighs
when kisses scatter over sultry skies
to burst in supernova’s rising cloud;
the climax of the night -- she gasps aloud.

The curtain slowly opens -- there’s no rush;
as dawn appears, the sky begins to blush.


Flack Jacket by Beverleigh G Annegarn

I persist on furrowed path. Ducking
fire, stray bullets connect exposed flesh, slashing it
open with burning delight. Tissue ignites,
nerve endings sear, blood drips
a glistening pathway in the sinless dirt. Snarled
by barbed-wire, I crawl, each stretch
rendering me pierced and ensnared. My icy soul bleached
naked is drained and quivering from terror of life’s shrapnel.

Damaged flack jacket peels from torment…
exposing my gory body armour and me.