4 Thimbles (Poems to Snack On)

by Renwick Berchild


Blazer moonwalks through the doorframe
tipping the vase of marigolds
upwards, the crystal gathering
sharp spatters and supple petals,
placing them neatly
into predestined

Hollow Victory

Assault of salt on your snarled upper lip;
unaware, your eyes climb to spear your flag
on top the mountain.

A-wake at Lenroot-Maetzold

Specified is this feeling
upon the sight of your yellow urn, I remember
sharp puncturing rum
slipping down my meaty swan flute,
hurling gasps of the clearest air I have ever tasted,
suffocating me under the purity and remoteness
of an abrupt finish in this
caught breath.

Broken Wrist

A plunge, an inhale,
a sound like a rubber band snapping and an
upsidedown hand accompanied by a storm brewing.



2 Comments to “4 Thimbles (Poems to Snack On)”

  1. Ah, such exemplary examples of great poetry. 😉

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