Instantly I saw
my cat was obsessed with you
a menage a trois
Instantly I saw
my cat was obsessed with you
a menage a trois
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Inspired emotion, Self compositions
Seductive power
and finely moulded beauty
in smooth alabaster
form flowing impressions through
the deft touch of the craftsman
Filed under Inspired emotion, Self compositions, Tanka
Cast aside the veil
life has placed over your sight
of the simpler things
discover delight and awe
in the world that surrounds you
Filed under From the heart, Self compositions, Tanka
The calypso beat
promises a great party
let your body sway
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions, Temperatures rising
Kellerman looked at the huge, carved head in awe. A whole gamut of questions flowed through his mind, the first and most important being who had carved the giant edifice and what did it represent? It could have been a dog, perhaps a stylised vision of it’s creators or even more intriguingly a true to life portrait. The only way to get any answers was to don his safety suit, and take a ride in the exploration module to have a much closer look. Despite some trepidation he knew that this is what they had sent him here to do, although finding evidence of other life forms had not been on the agenda.What alarmed him was the absence of any clearance from the control base. The last vicious lightning storm had closed down any possibility of microwave communication in the foreseeable future. Yet this was an opportunity that could not be missed, the thing had appeared undetected overnight and could easily disappear in the same short timespan. There was no point in waiting he thought, let’s get on with it. He walked through to the robing room and started to don his life support and survival suit, ready to embark on what could turn out to be the most momentous day in his and the whole of martiankind’s history.
Filed under Alternative history, Flash fiction, Otherworldly, Self compositions
The collection plate
passed quietly hand to hand
along the faithful.
Pockets and purses opened,
coins and notes gently placed
Filed under faith, Self compositions, Tanka
The dance lessons were not working. This, sadly, was the first thought that went through my mind as I gazed down at the forest floor. Oh yes, my little boy, the brightest and gaudiest of last years brood, hopping, arching, extending first one wing then the other. All to no avail, all the hens were watching him, you could see the smiles wrinkling their nostrils in snorts of derision as they shyly turned their laughing heads away, beaks wide open, as if catching fruit flies. It was no good him having lovely iridescent blue wings and orange and crimson breast if he couldn’t do the dance I had spent so long trying to teach him. Oh well, no mate for him, no little grand chicks for me this year. Lessons begin again in the morning.
Filed under Flash fiction, nature inspired, Self compositions, Whimsical
Fun need not rely
on that rare glimpse of the sun
but it often helps
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions, Whimsical
Under stark branches
where abundant snowdrops bloomed
Spring remains verdant
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Seasons, Self compositions
The old mountain ash
sentinel of the rockface
withstands Winter winds
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Seasons, Self compositions
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