Kitty's City TroublesThere was an adorable kittyWho wanted to go to the city.The traffic was bad,The kitty was sad - So instead she came round to see Itti.
The PumpkinThere are candles in the porch, and a pumpkin grinning menacingly. An elderly couple hurries past, a grandson skipping along behind. He slows down to take a look at the gruesome gourd.A sudden flash of teeth.Silence.The old lady turns around. There's no sign of the boy. Her eyes frantically scan the street. Her husband calls out and starts running back the way they came.She hastens forward a few paces then stops, eyes darting around the darkened neighbourhood for some sign she's missed.She is standing with her back to the porch.Behind her, the pumpkin grins.
Gogyoka: Murky watersleaves swirlin murky waters;the surface ripples -no...still too hot to drink.
SouvenirI kept her veil. A souvenir.
Brushed offI brushed off fingerprints, and guilt.
Deliciouslyyou loved me maliciously,lashing out so viciously;she now loves suspiciously -revenge I taste deliciously!
the only fireworkscrackling leavesthe only fireworksin this alien land
forever lostsitting on the stepsI clutch at memoriesnow forever lost
Too old for fairy talesShe put the mince pies back in the cupboard and poured the sherry down the sink. She put the Disney videos in a pile for the charity shop and added another log to the fire. She went upstairs and came down with an armful of children's books and added them to the blaze. Then she got out a broom and began to brush everything she didn't want out of her life.Finally, the house swept, she removed her engagement ring, left it on the kitchen table and walked out the door. At thirty-three, she was too old for fairy tales.
We imagineUnable to see daylight, we imagine.
Halloweenbalefire -around the flames,bodies dance; rhythm builds;footsteps circle - faster, faster -burning!
All that glittersalonethe magpie shrieksannouncing grisly newsof gruesome finds in rotting fleshah! gold...
Mountains and riversthe mountainand its brotherin the river -a fishing boat passes,shattering one of them.
FreedomI wake up, refreshed, to the dawn of my first day in a new land. Walking down the alien street, the most mundane signs colourful and exotic, I listen to the babble of foreign tongues around me with a growing excitement. Today I am free to go wherever I choose; to do whatever I want. Today, I can be me.the bird soarson the breezewinter forgotten.
Of flame and ashWhen people think of a fire goddess, they think of Pyra, the nymph who dances in the flames. She wears them like a dress - wreathing her, making her skin glow. Her features are simple but pretty, fire dancing in her eyes and her hair as she wriggles and twists in the grate.They do not think of me, Cinis, because I do not look like a goddess to them. Pyra may rejoice in the fire, but it answers to me. I am its mistress; it is my bidding that sends it blazing to destroy everything in its path; my words that summon it out of hell and kindle it in dark places.But could I do so untouched? No. For fire does not wear a leash. It rages around its
In the parkbeating sunon my heada ladybird lands
May 2010 Haikuthon30 Maytulip flamesblazein the corner of my room29 Mayclouds of candyflossin the skyand my sticky fingers28 Maya shadowfallson our summer days27 Maythe tree, dead;its house, rotting.25-26 MaySee note in artist's comments24 Maylittle fallen pompomsnever destinedto be conkers23 Maystonethrough rippled water:hazy moon22nd Maygamesoverlappingin the park - our sixstumps your batsman out.21st Maythunderthrough the ceilingsnoring housemate.20th Maysunlightwarm honeyon my skin19th Maythe midnight oilspluttersand dies18th Maydripping pen:pagepagepage17th May
DistortionFrom the trainI see rhino-sheep and giant tom-cows...A nap, perhaps?
April showersdrop on my nose;three seconds later, the downpour.
Exertionmuscles tense, body strains,sweat pours - and then he sees the 'push' sign.
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