Ann Privateer – Online Open Mic


Darkly high upon the wall
As a child trying to reach
A state of wonder and glory
Growing ever so slowly
So it seems until each mark
Becomes a little higher
A state of wonder
Pure as morning


Rivers rising
Changing shore lines
Mountainsides slip
And slide from
Fires, drought,
And too much rain
Insane, madness
Makes your

Into the Dark

As quick and as quiet
As a tiny mouse
Hovering in tall grass
Wondering where
Tomorrow will be
In Witch Elm
Or Naughty
Knotted Pine
Trees that give
Seeds for the
And kisses galore.

Fire and Moon

Pay tribute
At six in the evening
No longer blue
Full Autumnal
Fire that leaps
Bears and Jaguars
What a sight.


Ann Privateer

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