Three Feet Away

Something I dread
to my disgrace
a silken thread
stretched ‘cross my face
For somewhere near
to me it’s clear
a spider hides

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”

time to go home

and then it came
and took my friend
and so our game
had no true end
we couldn’t hide
it was his ride
now bed mom said

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”