by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A triolet * My cat may be a parrot She perches on my head She begs me for a carrot My cat may be a parrot Or maybe she’s a ferret or a Burmese rat instead My cat may be a parrot She perches on my head * Lynn Vieira is a funny Canadian who loves silly rhymes,...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A pantoum * Wind sighs. Through walls scuffed by rain and years, Sleepy owls ruffle their feathers. Sun sifts, lingers on hay straws. Through walls scuffed by rain and years, Where loyal horses and patient cows stirred, Sun sifts, lingers on hay straws. Cobweb...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A quatern * Max barks, excited to see Maeve. He’d whimpered at night, missing her. Her scratches feel great – he leans in. Suddenly Maeve leaves. Max paces. Maeve comes from the basement with food. Max barks, excited to see Maeve. She’s got cereal that she’ll spill!...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
A limerick * There was a young man from Dundee preparing to sail out to sea. His mother said, “Joe, I can’t let you go. It’s dark, and you’ve only turned three.” * Susanne Connolly loves writing in rhyme, and limericks are her favourite kind of poem. Born and...
by Rachel Piercey | May 22, 2026 | Issue 11 poems
cat loaf on my bed looking at me with no hurry a thick book open in the middle of the book a fluffy tail dim, silent morning young girl sleeping a charcoal cat, passing it’s snowing behind a laced curtain and a lazy cat an open suitcase...
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