We walked into Christmas in the slow way that days do when you’re waiting. By five pm on Christmas Eve I could see the drag on my son’s face. I thought this time thing, it needs a new bus driver. Two weeks of crawl and the long long night-light shadows creeping into the hall from opposite bedrooms and criss-crossing like clock hands.
But once morning hit, we were hurtled… out of the bus. I felt the windscreen scrape my arm and then we were through, rolling rolling down the steep hill beyond, boulstered by immeasurable food and wrapping paper, glimpsing each other through the spinning storm of it.
flames hug wood in the fire pit the family’s scattered around we’re sometimes blinded by smoke
Written for Lisa’s dVerse prompt
Love the haiku, Worms. The snuggles. Great shadow play throughout.
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thanks, K! 🙂
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You have everything in Australia, even caterpillar impersonators. How cool is that! 🤣
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🤣 okay. Now you’re drunk. Or at least tell me what coloured pill you took this morning.
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Those budding plants look like caterpillars, or Mrs H has slipped something into my morning cuppa!
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Oh! The picture!! 🤣🤣 Here was I trawling through the writing for signs of caterpillar impersonators. And all along it was that tricksy bracken. Sincere apologies. I really do need my eyes tested.
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No need to apologise! It’s my wacky perception.
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Not wacky at all. They do look like caterpillars. I even tried to write a poem about them. It had a line something like “grubs on outriggers”. But I looked in the writing and didn’t see the obvious.
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Ah right! Not just me then.🙂
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I love the joyous chaos that finally overtook the fatigue.
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THanks M8sky. 🙂
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💕
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love the hurly burly of this: so relatable
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hurly burly is the perfect word
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