Insomniac stirred by a bladder then a cat. Thoughts circling around mounds of memory vales of worry paths of imaginary future possibility. Desperately searching for Slumberella… She’s waiting casually in the shadows, drawing me in slowly. Finally we embark on a three-minute stand So deliciously seductive and smooth. Then the clock strikes six; Oh but…
WordPress has started a new thing called #wordprompt where every month I receive an email with (amongst other things) a word prompt from which to write a blog post. This month the word is ‘bridge’. May as well give it a go. I am prompted to write a short poem on something I have been…
Shall I raise my head above the parapet? Careful of those dangers But we’re talking in metaphor, aren’t we? Metaphor doesn’t deny the existence of real danger Sometimes there’s a moral duty… maybe…? Choose your battles Perhaps I will stick with naming elephants instead.
A mundane evening in Covid-times
Sipping mint-liquorice tea, I listen to Ghost Stories Cat and I gaze out of the front window onto a late evening throwing shades of dusk on a cloud-covered sunset that my imagination illuminates I close my eyes, swaying and singing along to True Love Cat looks down with disappointment in her eyes, licks her lips,…