Tracy McPherson, US

 

 

Free Verse   Yellow Ginger Watercolor   Water color of yellow ginger looking back at me Yellow ginger surrounded the shower “out there” I loved the cool fragrance as it wafted through the shack, A coffee shack, AKA plantation house, Hawaiian style single wall construction, tin roof, screens covering the windows we put up the screens, no glass, no A/C, Island Breeze three quarters of a mile off the paved road a hundred yards in from the bottle dump under the palm tree a footpath led to our gate. We fenced the place to keep marauding wild pigs out. Those old boars could get mean. Kids knew the carnivorous cow was a mean old heifer. Sometimes at sunset when I was alone I cried wondering if I would ever have a “real house “again how long would I pick coffee and hike to the highway Now watching the sunset from my lovely deck a home with the view of the bay no longer in the Islands sometimes I wonder “when will I go back to the Island”     Ritual   Early morn the air is soft and cool I tiptoe out the back door moving softly through the forest to the ferns edging the bog I lie in wait to see her again today she comes with her fawn I hold my breath as she glances at me her head comes up ears twitching she snuffles and noses the fawn moving on to drink watching me they move away it became our ritual that season to not see one another     Untitled   Words can not explain this great smoking wall between us     Untitlted   Sliver of a new moon a golden scythe fading rose and denim sky     Gossip Girl   You have played the game well as gossip games go talked smack about so many friends from so long ago you could dissect, slice and dice better than an a medical examiner you had a lot to say over cocktails a bottle of wine, a cold beer or a shot of tequila what happened in divorces, how others raised their children all their shortcomings as time moves on and you, oh perfect one, frequently in your cups play Lady Antebellum * with those late night calls can no longer remember whom you said what to when it come homes to roost you are crushed by the betrayal but you just don't know who to blame not sure who you talked to about yourself can't be sure of the name run whining to someone else let them champion your game. Lady Antebellum: Need You Now     The Croaker's Jug Band   playing most any night but especially Pau Hana always by moonlight Tutu's famous TNT on hand known through out the land those long legged skinny boys enjoy a shot of that juice helps 'em cut loose keeps the crowd singing dancing and laughing 'til early mornin' light