A Girl I Once Knew

Hello, Anna, I tell the TV

quietly, only me here to see

when she appears, as she does

occasionally, in her public role –

old now, but not as old as me, and still

unbelievably beautiful.

A beauty that in youth attracted tragedy.

But you have survived, Anna, and survived well.

And, sadly, there is no-one else

who knew you then, still alive to tell.

Inspired by the Up Close & Personal prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads', but linked to their Tuesday Platform.

If Unicorns Were Real, Where Are They Now?

I am wearing a white T-shirt with blue writing:

Unicorn Success Club, and there’s a picture –

black head in silhouette,

a flicked-up mane and one long horn.

Where have the unicorns gone?

And what would be success for a unicorn?

I ask an angel, who says:

‘They are on their own planet now,

but they go all over the universes

clearing out areas of negative energy.’  Yes!

Written for Up Close & Personal – Micro Poetry (limit 10 lines) at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.