Poetry – Jordyn Saelor

The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab

This witch lives in a castle just above the tideline, the sun rises from the yeast and wakes her crusty eyes. She goes out, collecting jellyfish for breakfast, tuna for lunch, but most of the morning she loafs around with Crissy the croissant crab, her best friend and familiar. Sammy the sand witch and CrissyContinue reading “The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab”

Thank You for Being Mine

Thank you for being mine Like I ever owned you Like I could’ve kept you safe Like you were more than some stones and paint meant to keep me safe through long nights, I know it might sound silly but objects in my orbit have feelings– the walls shiver when you whisper, “you are importantContinue reading “Thank You for Being Mine”

Cloud Nine/Cyclic

Rains fall to seas, sink thousand years to deepest reef, then dance up to sky. *** Ps, Cloud Nine and Cyclic are only 2 possible themes of this haiku. Buy me a pizza

Mannequin at Midnight

Wooden eyes don’t cry solid hearts don’t ache but I’m no mannequin without will to move my hands

Bad Apples/Puns

If you threw your phone across the room, well, that apple’s phlone, far from the tree, with its smelly feet, you know I gotta rhyme feet with feat and be proud of that feat

Can’t Take My Old Advice

Once upon a time I said, “stories end in happily ever afters too often, it spoils the ending before you’ve even begun, and that’s boring. But if you don’t write a happily ever after, the readers make an uproar, cuz at the end of the journey– through all the hills and bogs and stormy fogsContinue reading “Can’t Take My Old Advice”

Touch Grass

I went outside and touched grass like they say, smelled the flowers like they say, “a natural remedy to being cooped up inside and spending too much time online!” They say that grass and flowers have the power to make you feel better, but I took a walk and the vastness of the whole worldContinue reading “Touch Grass”

Sit with me and Listen

For those who talk slow in the rapid world, if they pause to collect their thoughts from the river bottom will you have already moved on in the white noise?

It’s late, love

It’s late, love, and I can’t sleep. I should sleep though, should go, the clock is ticking to tomorrow and I know the slow explosion of exhaustion will drag me down eventually. I mean, I’m sorry, I should sleep, should take myself down before the grenade does, but I can’t lie, tomorrow morning I’ll be pulling myself late out of bed either way. So I’m still awake.

Find Comfort Here (a haiku)

Let me stray to seas, where the edges of my soul won’t cut your ship’s hull. –the end. Except…here’s a lot of drafts I wrote when coming up with this idea– My soul’s harsh edges rub against the glass ceiling when I dance alone — Dancing here, my spines seek solitude. — Let me beContinue reading “Find Comfort Here (a haiku)”