Bear in the moon-washed woods is claws-deep in warm guts. Making blood pies of forest soil. Feasting though his ears twitch: Something’s there. Man in the wild woods chooses solitude. Thoughts and a Thermos for company. Escaping the prod and pry of domesticity. A stick breaks: Something’s there. Bear in the moon-washed woods […]
May warning
I see the season with its pea-green promise. Beguiling spring, scattering glitter on grass when we wake. I’m nose to nose with summer’s fragrant march. Yet I hear that subterranean preparation – stretching, bulging – and I whisper that I’m not ready. You might be trusting your tender flesh to breezy tickles and sunshine cuddles, […]
Baby – 100 words
Memento Mori – 100 words
Memento Mori Sunday afternoon: (freshly unified) council recycling point. (Family estate) cars cluster –household waste only. Can’t actually recycle. Don’t think too hard about the garbage mountain: final resting place. Vehicles gape – last stage decluttering. Pitch the cracked mirror into the skip where it teeters on the roof of a derelict toy-car garage. Rug […]
If love was rain – 68 words
If love was rain Check the forecast. Again. Unseasonably damp or drought? Incantation for precipitation. Then, ah -refreshing, quenching, fresh. Plashing, plopping. You know -green shoots, petrichor, yada. Stand barefoot, gasping and drenched – torrentially triumphant. Drinking it deep until – there’s floods, cancellations. Driving drizzle and damn – now the roof leaks. Drips […]