Walt’s prompts tease the muse week, after week, after week.  Your responses to this week’s brilliant twist on an old theme ran the gamut, and all were simply splendid.  You make it so hard to choose a single poem!


After much reading and re-reading, I decided to highlight “Melvin’s best” by Andrew Kreider.  This poem is in true Kreider style and humor, and tells a full story in three short stanzas.  Can you tell which words were mandatory?  Probably not, because it flows flawlessly.  Andrew, thanks for the chuckles!  This “Bloom” is for you.

 Melvin’s best (by Andrew Kreider)

Melvin, what in tarnation did
you all put in this hooch?
It sure ain’t your run-of-the-mill
passion prune juice. No sir.
That stuff is so strong, it could make
the good General himself

fall straight out of his saddle.
I poured a couple of shots for
me and Connie at sundown
and last thing I remember is her
ample pulchritude swimming
before my eyes, as you might say.

I can’t hide it from you, old friend,
I thought I’d done my last rodeo.
But Connie, what a woman.
When I came to, she just looked down
at me on the kitchen floor and laughed:
“That’s strong stuff…Hit me again!”


Iain Douglas Kemp – Congratulations!

The Silent Devotion of the Sergeant-at-Arms (by Iain Douglas Kemp)

The ORDEAL had its BEGINNING so long ago,
so long it has become ROUTINE,
his HEART hidden by a VEIL of service
and serenity.

He lays down his cloak that she may pass dry-footed.
He lays down his sword that she may sleep without fear.

Each SUNSET brings the same dream,
the same forlorn, empty hope
vanishing with the dawn
and stoicism

He lays down his sorrows that she may live in trust
He lays down his aspirations that she may rule respected

With cunning ART he ignores her perfume
as he QUAFFS of her RADIANCE.
Dedicated to his Queen until