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Thoughts disjointed leaves me bemused… Decisions not possible. Why? Virus infecting the brain… mind thoroughly muddled 16 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Muddle
The way he cleared the site… that was thorough The clearings sorted into piles, biodegradable and non-perishable The way he loaded the metals and plastics into the skip… that was admirable The way he constructed a bonfire, safe so the … Continue reading
Oh, that I was a poet, Greek That I would not feel such a freak When on a beach I stretch all day And those grapes I hurl away So ripe, so sweet, they arouse me Rather suck upon the … Continue reading
Dear Lord, forgive my sin This one last time as they lay me in To change my bet On whose protection I can get Reminded when I rolled the dice I prefer the devil with his snake-eyes!
I knew a family of imps when I was a kid Lived behind the garden shed My folks never saw them Cos whenever they looked the imps promptly hid I’d talk to them often though they’d rather play Games vicious … Continue reading
I am an avid reader I eat books as another eats a feast Though wary I am of the English Bard His Complete Works is a beast On Christyesque Whodunnits I like to snack Thrillers and Political Espionage might fill … Continue reading
Deep in a hole beneath the ground lived something unusual that made not a sound. What was it, what was it, tell me quick. Was it a snake? A goffer? A troll? A stone? Nah, none of these things, my … Continue reading
Eagle landing on a pole, Locus bright Talons caught upon the web turning day to night Eagle’s wing pinioned on a lyre Vega was the ancient gyre Remembered now, a star alone Alas, the eagle turned to stone Ivy tangles … Continue reading
On Halloween Night the wicker spider weaves… a sticky web to catch the spirits on the breeze: Wicked imps and sneaky sprites, malevolent boggarts that give us a fright, streaming through the forest trees, rustling and hissing as they kick … Continue reading
Twilight… Two lights. Which lights? This light? That light? Sunlight, moonlight, starlight, lamplight? Searchlight? Limelight, footlight? Nah, headlight, backlight. Paradise by the Dashboard Light. Ghost lights, spectral lights… witch lights? Christmas lights, fairy lights? Candlelight, firelight? Gaslight, flashlight? Ship’s lights? … Continue reading