contemporary poetry

the old gods here

Yes, the old gods here

have been very quiet now

for coming-on-at-least-a-ooh-good-week,

without 1 cheery warning

or blatantly divine sign

no, not a single boo, whisper or peep.





Have they gone on holiday

or have their powers gone away

or maybe they're planning

a surprise nasty flood?

Maybe it's virus-related

or possibly 'family problems'

- I think they need more blood

 x



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story fishy

"There's Got to be more

 to bastard life than this!"

Exclaimed my Goldfish

& fellow speaking Creature, Chris

before collapsing on the sofa

- good effort fish bliss.





"There is"

I replied

"My memorable pal

my Icthionic friend,

just sometimes swim further

- or possibly sideways

 you'll get there in the end"





"As there's often more to this shite

gilled chum

than often again

 first appears"







But Chris was sweetly sleeping

& proper bolloxed by now

so it fell on deaf fish ears.





THE END

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