I reside in Melbourne Beach, Florida. My joys include raising toddlers, writing poetry and dialogue, the beach, singing, storytelling, piano and reading. My writing objective is to challenge myself through rhyme and reason, or the lack thereof.
By Brooke Ashley
Published on 08/18/2010
Inspired by Paul Revere, affliction and ponies.
Midnight Ride
On Messenger rides and a midnight brigade She taxis unsteadily through dark cavalcades Bringing a note, a letter or simple petition Knocking on the wrong door angling into Submission. Knock when you’re steady Knock when you’re right Knock in the daytime Don't knock in the night. Frozen and spellbound Mind frisked for the taking Emptied pockets for legs Adjourned retort, re-pegged. “It is repetitive nothingness to be simply mistaken.” A spiked clever reverses tender In a devalued wallet Once stupidity severs Repackaged stars That shone brilliant and true Return. Attached to the ponies not asses Steady hands affix time with forever stamps She knocks on the door with the welcoming lamp. Perspiring gum steeped on a shoe Stuck to little but sorrow She lets the night pass then falls into tomorrow.