Clearly blatantly British with no debate or messing like sticky toffee pudding, drum & bass or cross-dressing. Leaves on the line, morris dancing & grime as in the music or soot with an odd-sock on each foot x ...
Poetry
brief spooky yarn
Beyond the circle drawn in chalk we heard a chattering of talk, of darkness from another time while we stayed safe behind its line. THE END ...
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 ...
limitations
Noah neglected the fish - of course or maybe he was dull & thinking practically, during 1 of his sober less shameful moments thus reducing his Ark-size dramatically ...
your turn…
Beyond the soup, bread rolls & sandwiches & the scrolls in forbidden languages. In way of pigeon holes & boxes almost chicken paradoxes. & far from unpleasant pheasants plus the scare of perplexed - in deepest hay barn hinterland tell me what comes next ? ...
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 ...
critique
Borderline late 1 Lammas Eve when nan had stumbled to bed, a fluorescent elf tapped on the back door which I ajared thence it said... 'Would you like to hear my poem? I penned it just for you, it has several Special stanzas plus a scant spin-off dance - it'll only last a minute or 2' ~ It was rubbish, utter bollocks ...
decryption
I'm paying close attention to the Rain again as it patters against the pane & a pattern starts to form in the brain - yes, it's a Cloud-Code almost cracked & ascertained. Don't stop x ...
another time
Nice 1 - nice swan yes thanks again may most of your daze be merry, I'd love to stay & chat about Norse-sorts & all-sorts & that but sadly I desperately need to catch that ferry. & of course Carausius & the Tudors I'm sure we'll come to them in the future - yet right now my sands of time are falling fast, so that shed - I'll wave a toodaloo, sayonara et adieu as not everything has the luxury of existing in the past ...
section r box 3
Yes, imaginary gnomes as an ornament in homes are the cause of mad scorn - they're bad enough on lawns. The little tossers they trip us over with a topsy-turvy -Terpsichore-fall - it's Thursday let's burn them all x ...
resarf poetry 