My First Elfchen


My Dear Friend, Chuck, over at The Reluctant Poet has been nudging me about my writing.  I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump lately and Chuck suggested that I try the poetry form of Elfchen poems.  Elfchen poems consist of just 11 words constructed in a particular format.  Below is my first attempt.  I hope you like it.
Love
from you
not just today
but for all time
cherished.
Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

Unity


Just under
the surface 
lies hidden 

Hatred   

Hatred 
fogs the mind  

Hands 
that can build 
that can breath life 
into each of us 
turn to 
fists  

Voices 
cry out 
against 
the hate  

Two strides forward today 

we pray
only
one stride back 

We stumble 
seeking answers
seeking
unity

Today
and tomorrow

Forward  

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

Image by John Hain from Pixabay 

The Sound of Songbirds


To listen 
to my heartbeat 
and feel my lungs 
fill with air. 

To have nothing 
I have to do 
no place 
I'm expected 
to be. 

I want to listen 
to the 
quiet. 

The noise 
of this world 
has grown  

and I cannot endure 
much more. 

I wish to listen
as the stars 
find their path 
across the sky. 

I want to watch 
the morning dew 
dissipate 
with the rise 
of the sun. 

The sound 
of songbirds 
is enough 
for me. 

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

House of Cards


Jacks fluttered wildly
with their pomp and circumstance. 

Kings at each corner. 
Queens at each access,
overseeing the construction. 

The clubs checked the munitions 
while the spades collaborated  
to dig trenches.  

The numbers, 
Aces
leading the way 
built each story; 
taking turns, 
red 
and black.  

The roof 
was a sturdy covering, 
done in diamonds.

But the Joker 
was at work...

The fortress 
I'd built so carefully, 
card by card, 
layer by layer 

crumbled

with the breath
of your 
single

kiss.

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
Photo by jalil shams from Pexels
 

Hope


 

Some days 

Hope 

is too 
burdensome 
an idea 

Existence 
is thick
and fat

This endeavor
cumbersome
oppressive  

With clouded psyche
and trembling fingers 

I tuck  
a sliver of 
hope 
in a pocket  

Optimism 
saved away 
for tomorrow 

Belief

A piece of it 
shining 
beckoning 
to light my way  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

*This piece is something that I've been kicking around for a 
while. I keep coming back to it, tweaking it. I'm not sure 
that it conveys what I was trying to express, but 
regardless, I hope you enjoyed it. Penny <3