Other, Poetry by Sarah

Botanical Reverie

Sarah W

They say that I’m fluent in gin.
(Which some may think, is a sin).
I care not a jot.
Just measure the shot.
Raising glass and saying, chin-chin.

I savour each botanical skin,
and cradle my juniper grin.
For each merry sip,
removes trouble’s grip,
… *hic!*

By Sarah © 2025

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: fluent (47 words)

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Morning Keyboard

Sarah W

Morning rises in a pale hush,
lifting the edges of the room.
Colours wake, streaking the skyline.

I sit by the window,
letting first light
settle across my hands.

Birds offer brief, uncertain notes.
Testing the day’s shape.

Kangaroos hurry past,
bounding steady and unannounced.
Inviting me to begin.

I welcome the unfolding

…and begin typing

By Sarah © 2025

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: keyboard (58 words*)

*includes title

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Cerulean

Sarah W

Blue is…

Whispers before dawn.

A morning iris,
farewelling night.

Sea-glass dreams
leaving a silent harbour.

Memory’s tide.

Far-away songs beating
against winter windows;
stopped by frosted panes.

Unmoored thoughts,
smoking trails
through my mind.

Of bruised fruit.

Of distance.

Of waiting.

Words unspoken
on ink-stained fingers.

Left in unfinished letters.

Storm’s skyline holding breath.

Horizon drift.

Mourning doves’ coo
on moth-wing’s quiet.

Bringing twilight
against the polished steel

of my last goodbye…

By Sarah © 2025

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: cerulean (73 words)