
Leaf canopy.
Winter,
the urge to bloom,
in cold restraint until
the Spring, when in verdant glory,
released

Leaf canopy.
Winter,
the urge to bloom,
in cold restraint until
the Spring, when in verdant glory,
released
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Self compositions

The pickings were slim
down at the Last Chance saloon
but no one folded
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions, Whimsical

Bare walls
where once pictures
gazed down and smiled
content in their task,
ransacked, the gospels
in the glass now gone
the sins of the world,
through the arch revealed
let in with the cold
of despair
Filed under Alternative history, faith, History, Self compositions

A cool mountain stream
inviting as it passes
over smooth pebbles
can invigorate my mind
and when brave, bare toes fragrant
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions, Tanka

A sneak in the night
his nose and whiskers twitching
timorous beastie
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions, Uncategorized

I stood at the side of the lake looking up, “yes, it’s almost dark, I thought, so I can get this awful clammy suit off, I have collected what I came for, ” suppressing a slight giggle at the unintentioned pun. Reaching between my legs I released the carefully concealed catch and the smooth, velvet-like, false skin peeled all the way around. With a little effort, due to the tightness of the fit I was able to pull the head and torso over the top of my scalp to hang like a deflated balloon around my waist before rolling the lower half down my legs to the gound. It lay on the bank, a shapeless porcine, sluglike 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. Slowly, eagerly, slipping into the cold waters I prepared to swim down to the bottom to meet up with the rest of my clan. Once again I had completed my task and my ever-growing family would continue to expand.
I thought about my encounter the previous evening with the one who said his name was Brian, “he must have thought that his luck was in when I started coming on to him. Well, he did look a little lonely sitting in the corner. It had been hard work trying to convince him that my intentions were purely to have a good time. After I had established his capacity to satisfy my needs by having 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 being sick of course. 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 could be collected from where he suggested but we soon sorted that problem out. Now I was able to carry some more of the 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 us to break free from the waters and start our slow colonisation of the land.”
Filed under As you read it, Flash fiction, Self compositions
She liked to look nice
they said that she was a tart
people are so sweet
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, Self compositions

Frankie turned to his father and in a low voice that reflected both their moods.
“It’s been a great day out in the boat Dad, but it’s starting to get a bit dark, I think, Mum will be waiting. ”
“She’ll be fine, I’m sorry son, I don’t think I’ve ever had such a blank day, we didn’t even get the bait for the real fishing,” his father replied, trying to disguise his disappointment.
They started to reel in the lines with their unbaited hooks, each silver hook shining silver in it’s individual cape of brightly coloured feathers.
With a wry smile John started the small Seagull outboard and turning towards the harbour lights that were just beginning to glow he turned to his son and said. “You’d better just look up at the clouds for those are the only mackerel we’re going to see today.”
Laughing at his poor attempt at a joke, he twisted his wrist and engine whirring at full throttle, they set off for the harbour and home.
Filed under Flash fiction, Self compositions, Whimsical

Though the talks had stalled both sides of the table were eager to get a resolution. It was a tense situation but with use of common man to man language albeit in foreign tongues, the impasse was broken and there was seen to be leeway on both sides. Thus the deal was reached limiting the production of weapons of mass destruction.
Over polished tables
old enemies scowl and stare
settled with one smile
Filed under As you read it, Haibun, History, Self compositions

spirit of the night
sunspended on the dark skies’
invisible strands
though remembered for wisdom
it cannot dim your beauty
(photo courtesy of Pixabay)
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions, Tanka
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