by Joan McNerney
I want to make an angel
in the snow though I am
old for that sort of thing.
That is something I have
never done. A woman from
Vermont told me about it.
Nobody made slush angels
in Brooklyn…unheard of…
with no meadows to angel in.
We just threw hard packed
snowballs at each other
sliding over icy streets.
Now I will take my pick
of snow. Find a perfect
field of that lush white stuff.
I will lay down on a cool bed
flapping my arms up and down
to make sacred patterns.
Yes, I will angel away
over and over until finally
I fly off to heaven.
Want to wing it with me?
Bio: Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Spectrum, three Bright Spring Press Anthologies and several Kind of A Hurricane Publications. She has been nominated three times for Best of the Net. Four of her books have been published by fine small literary presses.
DANCE AND DREAM
by Carmen VonTickner
Ninety-one and all dressed up
Sitting and waiting
for her ride to show up
The rendezvous was set for noon
A lovely day in the middle of June
A Gentleman caller she's waiting for
As she paced the floor back and forth
Awaiting a knock at her front door
For a day of fun, on the dance floor
The minutes jumped; the hours zoomed
No caller came, no caller called
She took the hint, with a swig of Gin
Embraced herself with a coy chagrin
Her red dancing shoes
were put away
Off came her gown
Then the sparkling jewels
She sat by her window
Caressing her pillow
When a frightful thought
hit her; like a bolt of a billow
"Can you believe," she dramatized
"I've been stood up, and that's a first,
but I'm no lady, and I shall curse
take my word, it will get worse!"
Bio: Carmen Ruelas VonTickner, is 77 years young. She enjoys writing short stories and poems for entertainment. She is a dedicated student of the Creative Writing Class at the local Senior Center; as well as the creator of Dance and Dream.