He sneezes
I flinch
It’s an allergy
But I don’t feel safe
Wrap up safe I say
So he takes his scarf
Wraps it round
Wound about
Like a mummy
In blue and orange
Get an antihistamine
I say
Cringing
As the sneezing
continues
Atishoo
We all fall down?
Tag: Poem
Day
Just saw a post about days. Instead of Monday Tuesday Wednesday etc the start is crossed out and just day written seven times. I guess the days are running one into another and if you are like me, messing about and staying up late till after three am, it really does feel like a blur.
I wrote a very micro poem to reflect this….
Day of sun
Day of shine
Day of rain
Days all mine
X
Limerick
It’s not very good, it sort of rhymes but the fourth line is a bit weak and the fifth needs a better ending.
The challenge was to write something funny. But limericks are not that easy, for instance sometimes writers repeat the first line in the last one…
For instance “there was an old man from portmadoc” might end “that wise old man from portmadoc!”, which is a bit of a cheat really. Maybe my limerick is a bit inappropriate, but I based it on the current situation. X
Draw your hobby
Draw your hobby,
that’s what they said,
Trumpet? True I thought
I must try
to apply some practice
to this instrument.
3B pencil
And ink too.
So blow
cold wind flow
and play..
In other news…
In other news
The sun’s still shining,
In other news
A baby’s smile,
In other news
The worlds still turning,
In other news
The cat still purrs,
In other news
That cow just farted,
In other news
I am amused.
Hunker down
Hunker down,
Hide and sleep
Find your dreams
And hug them deep.
Find a space
Where you can live
Where things are quiet
And silence keep.
Make a nest
Make a bed,
Stay inside
But in your head
Take a flight
Around your room,
Then through the open window
Zoom!
Above the world
The air is clear
The sky is bright
Bird song, you hear.
Look down on streets
So still so quiet,
With hunkered people
Bunkered, still.
But you are free
And safe to soar
Flying high
No fear
Just dreams.
(from an idea inspired by Martha Kennedys blog ‘I am a writer, yes I am’.)
Leaf like a skull
Grey stone,
old flags,
animal skull,
leaf litter.
Age old,
crushed underfoot,
crumpled and twisted,
dog or dragon.
Brown veined,
vegetable bone,
dry surface,
gone.
