“Fall in Massachusetts” by Konstantin Yakimchuk

Truly, I enjoyed pretentious Boston’s autumn
Fallen leaves and puddles, broken branches,
And although I had the hardest working quota,
I remember parks, museums, tasty lunches.

I recall those bridges, stations, mansions,
Gliding wind on snowy, icy roads.
There were rumors that the Cape in stormy weather
Catches on the hook all floating boats.

Far away somewhere, over ocean,
If I am sensing breeze and salty air,
In Atlantic chilly iodine potion
I perceive New England’s subtle flair.

 

 

Konstantin Yakimchuk is a poet, prose writer, and editor. He has published several poetry books. Konstantin writes in various genres of poetry but prefers the classical verse. Moreover, he works as a biomedical scientist and the results of his research have been published in the leading scientific journals. Konstantin lives with his family in Stockholm, Sweden.

“Ah Dear Reader” by Leslie Lippincott Hidley

Ah, dear Reader, I treat you badly
My writing’s clever, and I gladly
Pull the wool over your eyes
Until the end when the surprise

Is lurking there, waiting to pounce
And I, all smirky, sway and flounce
Right out the door, all high and haughty,
Cheshire grin, like I’ve been naughty.

My writing, it pretends to niceness,
But in truth it’s got more iceness:

You see, I am the CAT,
The reader is the mouse.
I toss him ‘round the room,
I chase him ‘bout the house.
He doesn’t know it’s I
That harry him this way
I tell a little lie
About how fine the day
And when he feels truth’s chill
Way deep inside his bones
He doesn’t know I’ve written it
Beneath my dulcet tones.

 

 

Mrs. Hidley has been writing prose and poetry for her own amusement and that of her family and friends and others for most of her 73 years. And one of her ten grandchildren is named Kalliope. She has lived in Walla Walla, Washington; Frankfurt and Bremerhaven, Germany; Upper New York State; Enid, Oklahoma; Montgomery and Prattville, Alabama; Lubbock, Texas; Dover, Delaware; West Palm Beach, Florida; Goose Bay, Labrador; Washington, D.C.; Fairfield, California; Omaha, Nebraska; and now resides in Ojai (Nest-of-the-Moon), California, where she continues to write.

“Caterpillar” by Leslie Lippincott Hidley

The Lord sent me an inchworm
One day when I was blue.
He sent the creature to amuse
Me and instruct me, too.

His fur was lush and midnight black,
Twin dots all down his spine.
His front was built just like his back;
At which end did he dine????

I have misnamed him, I’m afraid,
Caterpillar’s hard to scan.
I sneaked in “inchworm” ‘cause it worked
(Like cheating thinks it can).

But he’s a caterpillar like
It says on his i.d.
He dines upon rose petals
And was sent to visit me.

 

 

Mrs. Hidley has been writing prose and poetry for her own amusement and that of her family and friends and others for most of her 73 years. And one of her ten grandchildren is named Kalliope. She has lived in Walla Walla, Washington; Frankfurt and Bremerhaven, Germany; Upper New York State; Enid, Oklahoma; Montgomery and Prattville, Alabama; Lubbock, Texas; Dover, Delaware; West Palm Beach, Florida; Goose Bay, Labrador; Washington, D.C.; Fairfield, California; Omaha, Nebraska; and now resides in Ojai (Nest-of-the-Moon), California, where she continues to write.