Peppermint Woman

I exhale her

peppermint perfume

beneath an atmospheric

high unlike white licorice

she remains

risque yet full.


Image Source: Flickr (cc) / infobunny


stones skipping

like the sands of time

i was yours, i wish

you were mine

all night

each day

apart too long

i stay and watch

the clock until

you’re home.


© Ben Ditmars 2018

For Dolores.

A few years ago I recorded poetry over “Dreams” by the Cranberries. I thought of this song when I heard Dolores O’Riordan died and remembered how it made me feel from a young age.

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