I mixed a bit of Fix-it
to fix a pesky hole.
The Fix-it fixed my fingers
to the Fix-it in the bowl.
So if you mix up Fix-it
I suggest you use a stick:
if you stick your stick to Fix-it,
so what?
A very silly poem for De – WhimsyGizmo – who is hosting at dVerse tonight. See if you can guess what the word is.
Let’s get silly
in the kitchen –
let’s be indiscreet –
let’s crank up
that music and
cook up
some hot beats –
let’s knock out
a rhythm
on a baking sheet –
crash some
saucepan cymbals,
bang some spoons
and stamp our feet.
A more cheerful quadrille for Lillian at dVerse. We’re being silly tonight.
Oh my silly heart
and love clowning in
with all its grief and glory
and mascara trails
and the madness
of it all. Phone numbers scrawled
on scraps of paper,
fluttering down
onto the rails
and the sunrise
oblivious.
Youth’s a foolish time.
A quadrille forLillian at dVerse. Our word is “silly”.
The door is closed
but the window’s open
and from this shaded room
I see the sunlight
slantwise on the grass,
the flash of celandine,
and I hear the small birds
singing
and the rooks grumbling
and that’s enough
but not enough
De is hosting quadrilles at dVerse, and our word is “close”.
We’re fresh out of magic –
used it heedlessly,
thinking there’d be more –
frittered it away
on ball gowns, slippers,
golden apples –
now we need it –
just a pinch
would be enough,
but look –
the jar is empty
and the world is dark.
Linda is hosting at dVerse tonight, and the quadrille word is “magic”.
Something stirred
as the moon crossed the sky
and the stars turned
their slow stately waltz.
Something stirred
as the night creatures
snuffled and rustled
through the long grass.
Something stirred
in the night, something turned,
sighed,
shifted deeper into the darkness,
sighed again.
Almost every recipe
she said
starts with an onion being peeled
that brown paper
being pulled away
from the white
shiny flesh.
All that peeling chopping dicing slicing –
all those onions unrooted
and us, tossing them casually
into a hot pan,
disregarding the miracle.
A second quadrille, inspired by Mich and Bjorn, for the dVersepeeling prompt.
Somehow, I trust you
to unpick the peel
layer from layer – all
the blankets I have wrapped
around myself
all the bright armour
all the skin
that sits between my soul
and the clean cool air.
Under your patient hands
I will be freed.
It’s quadrille night at dVerse– 44 words to write a poem. Our inspiration tonight is “peelings” – thank you to Mish for hosting.
Those days
when the world fills you
or you fill the worldwhen your skin
is so thin
that the sun shines through you
the wind blows through you
the rain passes through you
gentle as a whisperingthose days
come seldom
treasure them
De is hosting the quadrille at dVerse tonight, and our word is “fill”.
Well, you know I like things a little wild –
the lawn fraying at the edges, daisies,
a path that swoops into the woods,
a man who builds a fire out of driftwood,
the waves rolling in, and the sea-mist spraying.
A little wild.
Kim is hosting at dVerse tonight. It’s quadrille night and we are writing 44 word poems including the word “wild”.
