Back to Square One

I stopped to smell the roses this morning: they were the real McCoy, the stuff that dreams are made of. So I figured I’d better get the tiger by the tail, bite the bullet, and hammer out a few clichés.


don’t beat around the bush: the salt                        IMG_1738 yellow rose
of the earth often hit
the panic button before getting older
and wiser because to err is human

so make my day, look
before you leap, then put your nose
to the grindstone; I’ll keep
an eye on you when you bring home
the bacon or bite the dust

then, if the shoe fits, jump
on the bandwagon, get your moment
of glory as it’s all fun
and games when you’re caught
red-handed with ants in your pants

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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