Bathtub Bathtub is the perfect place wash your elbows, hair and face When the shower lever’s on grit and sweat are quickly gone You could also use your tub wash your puppy or your cub Fill with water and it floats fleet of origami boats Giant vat for washing blinds stamping grapes and making wine… Continue reading What can you do with a bathtub?
I've been keeping up with the November Poem-A-Day poetry prompts at Poetic Asides. Yesterday's was "Talk back to a dead poet. Choose a poem you like by a poet who is no longer living and offer a rebuttal." I chose the poem "Leisure" by W. H. Davies (1871-1940). Here is the original: Leisure What is… Continue reading Leisure these days
Duck Pond Primary Crows are campaigning for the abolition of eagles and hawks. Starlings are a pollster’s nightmare can’t make up their minds about anything. Ducks hang around the path in true socialist fashion: Why get ambitious when most walkers carry birdseed or bags of bread? A solitary heron is the pond’s pundit but he… Continue reading Duck Pond Primary
Migration A little fog, a little snow a little icy rain has grounded all the iron birds till weather clears again. A mighty fall of passengers now fills the airport lounge an unexpected stopover to water and to scrounge. Their tickets said it was nonstop but leading lines of weather interrupt diurnal flight— at least… Continue reading Migration
Love Of Fare At the poetry fair verbiage fills the air as I sample each poet’s concoction: haiku-rich canapes, free-form salads, parfaits of thick verse, sonnets baked to perfection. Wine of symbol and sound, liqueur lyrics abound I’m becoming an addict of diction, till I stumble around very drunk on profound poems that make my… Continue reading Love of Fare – Poetry Friday
To Mel at 60 (with apologies to Rudyard Kipling) If you can keep on rising each day early to swim and run and cycle in the rain can miss the family fun and not be surly because you’re lifting weights and must cross-train; If you precede the body crush on entry glide in the swimmer’s… Continue reading To Mel at 60
Changing of the Wardrobe Goodbye my sturdy jeans that cling like sweat in summer heat. Auf Wiedersehen my turtlenecks snow drifts of fuzzy sweaters So long my wooly winding scarves uniform of leather gloves and fleece-lined walking boots Farewell my pantyhose I’m leaving for a tan Au revoir you lush buffet of purple velour and… Continue reading Changing of the Wardrobe
The Tarts (and what really happened) According to the nursery rhyme The Queen of Hearts, She made some tarts, All on a summer’s day; The Knave of Hearts, He stole the tarts, And took them clean away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts… Continue reading The Tarts (and what really happened)
Toast A pop-up toaster was the thing you put the slice into the slot depressed the little knobby thing and out popped toast, so nice and hot. But word of toasters got around in homes and shops a bread revolt in bakeries throughout the town loaves named it torture with a jolt. “We will not… Continue reading Toast
Mrs. Backward Mrs. Backward teaches school “Nothing Forward” is her rule Eats her breakfast before bed Sleeps with pillow on her head Wears warm woollies to keep cool Dries before she swims the pool Gives the prize before the race Shuts her book then finds her place Grades our work before we’re done Class dismissed… Continue reading Mrs. Backward
