Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
They think you're going to ask tonight They think the time is not just right But perfect for you to propose What do they know? We've been together for a while We're stable; it's true Marriage seems like the thing to do Normally I'm a fan of pageantry And originally, I was drawn to your... Continue Reading →
Christmas isn't as much fun When you're no longer young And if you want anything done You have to do it yourself There are Christmas cards to write And so many gifts to buy And the weight of surprise Is on you to keep the secret It's enough to bring you down Running all over... Continue Reading →
Christmas Eve house sitter Holiday gravedigger For my lump of coal heart Oh, don't get me started I'm over it and I don't regret My choice to spend the holiday alone In this drafty old home To keep watch for mischievous kids Who want to sneak in I've heard all the rumors But I have... Continue Reading →
"So, what have you been up to this year?"they say, though what they're really askingis why you're not married yetand when are you going to quitplaying around and get a real job,put that degree to use and wear dress suitsto the office and suffer through a two-hour commuteto prove you've got fortitudeand that you're serious... Continue Reading →
Each year since second gradeShe gets the same fateIn the school's nativity play"You're the narrator!"The teachers proudly sayAnd hand her the same scriptA few sheets paperclippedTogether for her to read fromUp at the podiumWhile some lucky kids set the sceneLike life-size nativity figurinesAnd the others mumble the wordsTo carols everybody's heardShe's studious and likes to... Continue Reading →
At least they had the decencyTo hold the office Christmas partyDuring work hours, though we'd probablyAll be celebrating even moreIf we got to head out those doorsA little early, even four o'clock would be fineThis place takes up enough of our timeAs it is, but I can't complainFor Secret Santa, I drew his nameI got... Continue Reading →
Twelve shopping days left to Christmas But get your online orders in now You'll have to cross your fingers And hope the gifts arrive somehow Eleven sequins missing From your ugly Christmas sweater You shouldn't have put it in the wash But at least now it smells better Ten holiday recipes You said that you... Continue Reading →
In March, I used a poetry prompt of the phrase "My March." The poem received wonderful feedback on Instagram, and a couple people suggested that I write similar ones for the other months of the year. Easily distracted procrastinator that I am, it has taken me until December to complete one poem for every month,... Continue Reading →
September kind of got away from me in terms of posting here. I'm back at the job I quit last November when I finished my accounting degree. In February, I learned I did not like working a desk job, and I quit that one after a few weeks. So I'm back where I was a... Continue Reading →
This month did not go as expected, but I could not have asked for a better experience. I had gone into July hoping to write 60 poems for my poetry book, all from the point of view of the fictional persona I use to write many of my poems. She started as a character in... Continue Reading →
Michelle Wicklow 