Wednesday, 21 April 2021

Three Poems by Angel Edwards


micro crystal ball


The palm of my hand

cups the tiny crystal ball

solid unflawed

I saw a sparkle and

dug in with my foot

unearthed this

little buried treasure

I can assure you

it is devoid

of colour or shade or hue

borrows from

any colour that it touches

in this photo

it is aquamarine blue



Telling a secret

transforms it into mundane

know dare will silent

hold secret arcane


a magical place

unique profound solitude

keep it to yourself

so none can intrude



I dreamed I was in a strange place

I did not recognize any face

But then there were some that were friends

They did not look the same it wasn't really them


They were playing a game

with Tarot cards

'pick a card'

they said

While I held my breath

Their eyes stabbed at me

Cold and unfeeling strangers


And I drew the card of death

Angel Edwards is a singer songwriter guitarist published writer published poet with 4 books from Vancouver BC Canada

member of AFM local 145




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