Hark! What light thru yonder bedsprings breaks?
It’s morning and the mockingbird is pecking it’s smeck under
Glistened blades of cerulean
Shimmering night crusted sleep
Gasps into nicotine stained lungs
Prism sun dappled your sleeping
Wondrously makes me squint in delight
This poem was commissioned by our Poetry Editor in September, 2013. Opalina was offering to write poems for spending money, and MH responded:
I would like 2 poems:
Subject 1 – whistling in the dark
Subject 2 – squinting in the light
See where ur mojo takes you… mh
This is one of the two poems she delivered.