In the field there danced three witches
no bones nor flesh just willow switches,
holding hands they whirled around
though their feet never left the ground,
while all who watched were filled with glee
laughing at their transparency
nothing to worry us here they said
one good fire and the witch is dead.
photo – Christo Dagorov
This gives a whole new meaning to having chapped lips.
A silly young girl from Lynton
took a stroll across the meadow for fun
but her shorts were miniscule,
she took off her blouse to keep cool
now she has bites where she’d rather have none
I saw the pail tip
yet still it caused me to slip,
pride before a fall
Filed under Haiku, Whimsical
When the explorers finally broke through the dense, green, forest covering there was a collective sigh of relief. At last we’ve found it they exclaimed. No more digging a trench by torchlight away from the safety of the camp and squatting over it, vulnerable to any creature of the night.
“Oh no, not again, Mum, mum there’s something wrong with me,”
”What’s wrong Billy,” said his mother with a smile, “and why do you keep on going to that little tree and standing in front of it?”
”Well you remember when I was three, you stood me up to it and made that mark where my head was?”
”Yeeess, why, did it bother you?”
”Well you told me that that would be half my height I’d be when I grow up.”
”That’s right dear, that’s what they say. Why do you keep on checking it?”
”Well, mum, I’m getting smaller and smaller. I was a lot taller then, I’m never going to reach twice the height that mark is now.
When Humpty Dumpty
waved at a passing tinker
a tumble ensued.
When her waters broke
after panic came relief,
soon be labour day
Checking his phone confirmed a problem with his screen orientation.
“At the Window” – Juliana Kolesova
Bereft of habit,
the tonsured friar gazes.