Poetry: Selections from K.G. Munro

Moonchild

Dancing under the starlight in a storm of yellow pollen,

Summer nights are a backdrop,

 

As traces of the rain tickles my skin, 

I've always been a hippie,

 

My affair with nature,

Is the longest one that I've ever had,

 

People say that I'm a child of the Earth,

But the Moon feels like my roots,

 

Like the chestnut ones on my head,

As porcelain light shines down on me, 

 

Each heartbeat in sync with its rotation,

The darkness and warmth,

 

Is the duality etched into the soul of every person,

The ruby roses flicking against my ankles,

 

A reminder that I'm creating a moment,

Between myself and this ball of creamy granite.    

Monophobia

A drop of water falling in a forest,

That is all that we are in life,

Alone as we are born and alone as we die

And there are people who can live with that

But for some it is their greatest nightmare

To compensate they let anyone into their story 

But when that person turns into poison ivy 

The loneliness creeps back into their mind 

As they try to hide behind alcohol and drugs 

But the illusions never last long enough 

Running becomes their solution,

But the rubber of their soles will be gone 

eventually 

The idea of being by yourself has many 

negative connotations

Which is why it is easier to do everything 

But face it.

K.G. Munro is an author and poet. Here are a few of her writing credits: Oddball Magazine, Poetry Potion, Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, Muddy River Review, Splendeur Magazine, Green Ink Magazine, and Feversofthemind.