Ice feathers

I sat and waited for the ice to melt


Like tears, the feathers streamed until they, too, were lost to the ether 

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I wonder why, I wonder when

Our world will be turned upside down

With boxes packed and things moved round

The creatures staring without sound

They wonder, too, of me and you.

 

I wonder when, I wonder why

Things change about us by and by

Boxes unpacked and items set

In places which we might forget

We wonder, too, of things we do.

 

When is the now, Why is the wonder

Couples torn and ripped asunder

New loves come and take their place

Where briefly there was empty space

Wondrous gifts which we behold.

 

Why? Because of items moving

When? Next Saturday, of our choosing

We’ve tidied up and made some room

Rosewood dresser, table soon

Chinese altar, all will grace our fold.

 

 

NB: ‘Couple’s torn and ripped asunder’. An armchair had to go!

Morning text

Because I’m a dizzy doozy at the moment.  I wouldn’t normally share my texts, but this morning’s are a bit special 🙂

From he to me

Loving you with all my heart and soul
Take care, my darling, please be whole
Step lightly and take Nature’s wine (H2O)
And I hope today you will be fine.

Xxxxxxxxx❤️xxxxxxxxxX

 

From me to he

I found it hard when time was due
For me to wake and start day through
My mind was fuzzy, body shook
Not in a way where I could ‘up’

I’ve had a shower, taken meds
But whoozy, doozy in my head
I’ll go to work and play the martyr
Look forward to the evening’s start … Er

Poetic licence, I took there
So you, my dear must alst take care
Drive carefully, with eyes on road
And easy when you shed your load!

Loves you, Babaloo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Apologies for any delay. This message has been to space and back.

No trees were harmed in the sending of this message; however, a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced.

Because you’re worth it

When crossing boundaries you’ve set,
he’s showing signs of disrespect.
A little here, a little there
are sure fire signs he doesn’t care.
Your feelings hurt, your love subsides;
you sense you’re taken for a ride.
His acts put paid to words he speaks;
your mind starts reeling, something reeks.
There’s something rotten; in a state
you seek to refresh, but it’s too late.
Yet find more things in heaven and earth
and motion set for your rebirth.
Because you’re worth
it.

NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 18: Castrato

castrato

From a glossary of classical musical terms

Canon? The salesman struck a chord,
despite the drone in his voice.

This would be my fifth printer,
and not a major choice.

He continued his exposition
with an impromptu display of glee,
before his intonation
turned to parody.

His pitch was espressivo
and the form was filled – hey presto!
But the printer was temperamental
and now his trill‘s castrato

NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 17: Whippets and Witches

Pendle Antiques Centre
Pendle Antiques Centre

Better late than never!

Weather: Gloomy
Flora: Bluebells
Architecture: Lowry
Customs: Pie and chips
Mammals/reptiles/fish: Whippets
Childhood dream: Librarian
Found on the Street: Penny
Export: Whippets
Graffiti: Lots
Lover: Too young for that!
Conspiracy: Witches
Dress: Flat cap
Hometown memory: Black eye
Notable person: Dad
Outside your window, you find: Fields
Today’s news headline: 50 years hence
Scrap from a letter: Dear me
Animal from a myth: Dragon
Story read to children at night: Magic Faraway Tree
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find: Whippet poo
You walk to the border and hear: Whippets howling
What you fear: Whippets
Picture on your city’s postcard: A pack of wild whippets

Wild whippets whipped their wiry tails
Wondrously wagging at the witches of Pendle
Lowry landscape leapt up on the hills
Tall, pointy, witches hat mills of yesteryear

I spent much of my childhood in Burnley – very close to Pendle Hill, renowned for its witches.  Read all about them here.