As they say, this goat had silenced the lion with a mere glance. Even though the story seems slightly far-fetched, goats without common sense are few and far between. I have seen them sitting on the fence, bleating a lot of sense. And they don’t take the piss out of their teachers. This goat onContinue reading “bird’s-eye view”
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under arrest
” People can only meet you as deeply as they have met themselves.” said John and sprinted off to take a slash… “Woof!” I stole a furtive glance at Tommy. I’ll wager his woofing would hardly score in the WordPress popularity stakes as John’s quote would undoubtedly do. I surely didn’t want to draw hisContinue reading “under arrest”
transition
My eyes alighted on scalawags and street urchins slithering, sussing out the worst in the Gods of people, of mine, their sweets and then fawning the worst. What happens when light yields to gloom? I lived in a kitschy squalid alley. But there is a hope that light splutters into life. Tearing the night asunderContinue reading “transition”
evil eye
Her eyes were evil. As the ominous shadow of her stygian heart, dark as an artless night of December, something I loved to hate, tiptoed inside my untainted, unpolluted ambience, I shuddered with the apprehension. A sense of foreboding washed over me and a stifled squeal left my lips as my grip over camera tightened.Continue reading “evil eye”
spriggy spells
Seven dawns of mallow sprigs burgeoning opaline white and pink wushu, Milkwort and chittling in the broth of roseate tears, Flirting placidly with blue furrica, Ocre seeds venture to nine sprouts of incantation, Listen to the teal foliage and twice the butter blooms. I have written this poem in response to ‘Saturday Mix – MadContinue reading “spriggy spells”
on the far side of reality
The splashing of pink rain boots announced her impending arrival. Squelching through the blizzard she pelted off to the lift and flung her hand to scrabble for the buttons. 1..2..3.. down. Time was running fast. Come on. Glassy pearls of sweat glistened onto her forehead. Finally, the lift stopped. Phew! Dripping with sweat she lookedContinue reading “on the far side of reality”
everlasting
Brumal tales woven through the fringe of her eyelashes, her eyes were curled in soft crinkles. Her gaze drifted outside the thatched cottage. ” How do you know the drover?” he asked sternly. Suddenly her luscious eyes grew paler. Her glassy face mirrored the flames of burning embers ahead of her. ” I saw him.”Continue reading “everlasting”
Scary
She worked all-day in the dairy And walked with the grace like a fairy After a few pegs I was counting legs When she whirled back, her face was all hairy! Goes to ‘Laughing along with a Limerick‘ prompt – ‘Scary’ hosted by estherchiltonblog
words
Sometimes there’s a discernible dearth of qualified words, words that are de rigueur to the breathtaking aesthetics. And there are words like a low moaning, moth-eaten words. Run-of-the-mill, cliched words. Words that taste like whey or the niff of rotting meat. Sometimes, there is a crumbling of words. Words that are dissembled in derisive cackling.Continue reading “words”
cure
The fracas was broken by the Rakas over Aunt Marge’s swollen bums. “Do you know how to cure it?” Fae held out his hand to me. I picked up the chocolate. ” They are a bunch of doddery old fools having fun of fracas. Join them for a good gloat or find something better” withContinue reading “cure”
