Private Emotion

Inhale the ephemeral

I hadn’t written a weather forecast for ages…

Lisa wanted Tom Cruise, I wanted hair like Kelly McGillis, so we bought my mother a black Labrador and called him Maverick.

While Venus bananaramas in sequins, the moon shivers with worry

Just like a…haiku

A little poem I wrote at 2 in the morning.

For a while I dark-greyed,

dipping beneath joy,

rummaging for a ladder

among my health’s debris.

It is enough now.

Another new life for Just Like A Movie!

And we are back in Spain!

Such a turkey!

Miserere

Who is the creature lurking deep inside the woodpile,

sharpening tiny teeth on kindling?

🎄❤️🎄❤️

Not every Christmas needs tinsel

How it entices,

the deep end –

a dark danger

painted the colour of mystery

by dodgy individuals dipped in seduction,

masters of lure and cajole.

Today, how about a word fandango?

Maybe we swizzle a little salsa on our verbs,

spike our nouns with a glug of bachata,

and serve paso doble with a tumble of adjectives.

Sung to the tune of THE TEDDY BEAR’S PICNIC

My name is Serendipity,

I’m wonder become true.

A fabulous conspiracy

of awesomeness for you.