Written for Sonnet Sunday - Prompt by Experiments in Fiction I don’t fall into winter, not like the dead leaves, but charge in, daubed cheeks and white breath; eager mornings tugging aside curtains’ sheaves to see the silvering frost-blanket the night has left. I don’t fall into winter, wishing for some brakes holding arms in … Continue reading Fall into Winter (Canberra – Australia)
I want to climb the poet tree and see the world as poets see. I want to go out on every limb and find out how to prune and trim. I want to know about every root, the hunt and suck of nutritional loot. And what about the flowers and bark those beautiful accessories that … Continue reading Poet’s Garden
Late night stabbing: man run through by dubious kebab!
My outvoice is nothing special I think it will do the job but then it cracks on high notes and disappears on low notes and wobbles sometimes erratically. It has been booed at Karaoke and gone into long-term hiding. But my invoice is magnificent as strong as Shirley Bassey as softly clear as Dido as … Continue reading Invoice
Ladies & Gentleman, Tonight I am here to speak with you about Lazy Luck. Some people simply snorter along through life: getting this job, winning that prize, getting a book published… they have no glue about how lucky they are. It’s lazy, that’s true, but in a strange way it’s not their fault. In fact, … Continue reading Malapop!
For the welfare of Equestrians Riders of stallions, geldings, mares or nags Listen up! Look, I don't mean to brag but I have safety news I'll save you a bruise: just fit your horse's head and feet with air bags!
The limerick is mine. The idea isn't. The man was his breakfast a makin' of delicious fried eggs and bacon. Said the pig to the chook "Don't be such a sook! At least your life wasn't taken!"
i love you at a distance standing bold sky-lit and old spine's curve and bend crest's rugged end, gnarly yet svelte your arched feet. a bushel of clouds plucked down tucked in eiderdown or whisper thin floating away hidden clefts, slow thefts deep breaths the mountain of you without you it's wandering blue my eyes … Continue reading Mountain Love Song
A show-jumper was feeling quite plucky and tried a dryish creek bed so mucky. The mud it was sticky and the somersault tricky but the soft landing in cow pat was lucky. Image from Pexel's free photos
There once was a girl called Anna Nommily whose name, said quickly, rolled off funnily. She was adroit and did exploit the joke by marrying a man called Mister Tomically.