Across western skies
see Hyperion drive his
chariot
in splendour
expelling Luna’s , shaded
icy grip.
Across western skies
see Hyperion drive his
chariot
in splendour
expelling Luna’s , shaded
icy grip.
Filed under Factual, Old knowledge, Otherworldly, Shadorma
I stood at the side of the lake scanning all around the horizon, “yes, it’s all quiet, “I thought, “so I can get this awful costume off. I have collected what I came for, well, he did really,” suppressing a slight giggle at the un-intentioned pun. Reaching between my legs I released the carefully concealed catch and the smooth, dry-textured, false skin started to split open. With a little effort, due to the tightness of the fit, I was able to peel the head and torso over the top of my crest to hang like a deflated balloon around my waist before rolling the lower half down my legs to the ground. It lay on the bank, a shapeless, porcine mass. My whole body shuddered, “Yuk, ” I thought, “how do they look at themselves in this, it’s creepy. ”
The air felt cool against my scales and once more checking that the shore was deserted I picked up the bundle and walked down to the water’s edge. Eagerly slipping into the cold waters I prepared to swim down to the bottom where the committee, would be eagerly waiting. Once again I, like few others successfully, had completed my task and the technicians would be able to continue their work.
I thought about my encounter the previous evening with the one interesting looking specimen who sat alone looking rather bored. He did manage to raise a smile when he caught me looking at him, even more so when he imagined a welcoming smile in return. Perhaps he must have thought that his luck was in when he felt that I started coming on to him. It had been hard work trying to convince him that my intentions were purely to come out, have a few drinks and hopefully a good time with a little romance thrown in. In our carefully contrived conversation I had established his capacity to satisfy my needs. He had once been married with a family but now alone and in need of some company. He could never have guessed the real reason for my eagerness.
If he could see me now he would swear that it had all been a bad dream, very bad, after he had stopped retching of course. No doubt he would then have had a very long shower, alone this time, before throwing all the bedclothes in the machine to wash away any lingering memories. Even the funny video camera he had used, for reference purposes, his words not mine, would have been thrown away I’m sure.
I had been a little worried at one stage, wondering if the sample I needed would ever be collected but we eventually got a large enough amount deposited correctly. Now I was able to carry some more of this essential human sperm back to the colony where it would help in our next spawning. Not too many more trips and there would be enough of our hybrids, each spawning more successful and Earth-race like than the last. Then they would be able to break free from the waters. Their newly developed breathing organs would be strong enough to start the colonisation of the planet so meticulously planned and prepared for after our escape from Mars..
Not just Svarovski
in Nature, jewels are found,
chemical beauty
Filed under Factual, Haiku, On the lines of romance, Otherworldly, Self compositions
Pumpkins and candles
coax loud screams from the children
on Eve of all Hallows
From stagnant waters
tendrils of vapour carry
the howl of the loon
Best tread warily,
beneath this fragrant carpet,
sleeping fairies lie.
Sly fox, sleek hare and nervous deer,
from without the forest all will appear,
as one they pay homage, this October morn,
to, “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.”
Filed under As you read it, Inspired by fable, nature inspired, Otherworldly
Mist tendrils, as smoke
over dark, placid water,
silver-flanked fish roll.
Filed under Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, Otherworldly, Rural life, Seasons, Self compositions
Silently he stares
defying his tormentors
endless symphony,
wind and ocean in concert
to orchestrate his downfall.
Filed under As you read it, Otherworldly, Self compositions, Tanka
Fading forest light
casts long shadows over lips,
in nervous whisper
Filed under Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, Otherworldly, Rural life, Self compositions
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