Doppler Effect

Doppler Effect

Your trajectory displays habitual signs -
So dear, I've come to know your spectral lines.


I've learnt you move towards me when you're blue -
with voice so sweet it barely seems like you.


But then you quicken red and angry are
and shoot past me, so deeply-voiced, my star.










'Doppler Effect', 50-word flash poem written March 2011 by Lisa Falzon.
stock photo, own artwork.

his prayer

He prayed that her bright curls would tarnish,
that her lips would lose their varnish,
that the iron in her eyes would rust and seal them shut


Yet in his gut
he knew that long before, he'd flake from lust
and turn to dust -
exponentially, as his desire
grew.

50 word poem, photo and artwork by Lisa Falzon

Deference

Through the dark tunnels of her labyrinth
I trudge, draggind my
sack over the flagstones.

Then I reach her.

She's on her throne, leering, bloated as a leech.

Kneeling, I offer the sack where
I've laid the very last shreds of
my dignity,

'My lady,' I whisper
breathlessly,
'Your dinner.'

writing and photo/artwork by Lisa Falzon.