after our flood when the house tried to swim apart we bought spotted gum flooring and set its beautiful knots to tying us all back together my toe follows the straight edges loving sun fingers but musing on dark corners the spinning of dust Written for deJackson's dVerse Quadrille including the word "muse" and Go … Continue reading The Genius Under the Table
stand gently here, my friend breathe listen after the storm two bottles, half empty produce a haunting song making harmonies like telephones lines tinselled with dripping light they're not entwined like lover trees but see them bathe taking on evening and sky's renaissance purple Written for Mish's dVerse Quadrille #142 (include the word tinsel)
I have been flirting with tree crowns dipping in and out examining their broad lace velocities I like the rake of them especially the casuarinas whose needles send ripples like ribs coursing along my unbent air. They susurrate breathy as love and I sing. Written for Whimsygizmo's dVerse Quadrille - include the word "crown"
the sun our fair weather friend agreed to an “in-spirit” contract whereby like bottled lemonade his fizz may be captured, flat-packed on roof-tops and then sipped straw-like through wires but some of us prefer, hands in pockets hunting for the gravy of burnt dinosaurs Written for dVerse - Linda's Quadrille prompt "Fair"
This is what I remember: forty degrees and a Halloween glow at 6pm; we took our children up Mt Ainslie to see a city under siege - the sewer brown smoke bloodying the sun. The lake dread gold, Tolkien's Smaug unleashed summer ashes raining Written for dVerse's Monday Quadrille "Ash"
she said: "journalism is an omlette broken eggs and the mothering dreams of cows" "social media fry-up" he objected graphite eyes among candles "truth is cartilage the bend makes us beautiful" merlot flame in glasses glowed his stone her fire and the blackening between Written for De Jackson's dVerse Quadrille Monday #137 - "Stone"
deep scuba sweep - generous void of undersea gloom down to strangled kelp and coral beaks’ nip. a clam’s stiff lips womp and steal my heart, blows hollow bubbles prismatic nothing ballooning in organ's place. meanwhile in sequestered dark, unforgiving ridges beat at my blood Written for dVerse's Quadrille Prompt "Heart"
look there notes on a musical clef crotchets hanging sight read or flight's rest a row of pigeons silhouettes bowing to balance tails fanned clatter of wings pizzicato circling fright bow and fan again a photo, a tune a swing-rhythm a wing-rhythm a juke Written for dVerse Quadrille 131 with Brian Miller
dear moon, your full & timeless clock face lumbers sweetly to sky's zenith nightly to be clipped by nature's secateurs until in quiet arc you let blackness paint your trail. but such brief concession! re-seeding bravely unshyly reigniting unfurling, centripetal your stubborn orbit unmaimed Written for dVerse's Quadrille #127 Planting Seeds
Warning: This may have 44 words but calling it a Quadrille is somewhat pretentious. I don’t get: 1) people putting biodegradable dog turds into plastic and into landfill! 2) vets saying dogs shouldn’t eat bones (Isn’t that anti-evolution?) 3) the dog breeder promoting tinned food over delicious home cooked stew. It’s just bothersome companies looking … Continue reading Pet Peeves