A Windy Poem

The wind commanded this poem (and the drawing above) out of me:   Wearisome wind, Whistling and whirling, It’s windsome.   Whipping round walls, Whirring down walkways, It’s wildsome.   Another example of making up words, as written about previously. Perhaps there are official words I could’ve used there that would be more descriptive but […]

DO NOT read this if you are feeling at all hungry

There in the fridge sits A tart sweet, buttery coconut and marmalade crust Its baked-in seduction Seeps Slowly Through the door seal Its stealthy stickiness sneeking Over kitchen tiles creeping Down berugged passage sliding sideways And then a bedroom door that’s found ajar A gap! Surprise! Hahar! A terrifyingly irresistible trap It’s followed your wondering […]

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