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Sweet on the outsideskin soft and waxy-toughbitter in the middle My Auntie bought a bag of them she told me 'these are not for you'which meant (of course) I had to try:I didn't like them. Originally from Chinaa place where I have never beenoriental citrus A Twenty-something housesittingthe Cemetery Lodge, 'Help yourself to the liquor,... Continue Reading →
What lies beyond, beneath, aroundthe corner?Show me a locked door: I'll spend all daysearching for the key.For heaven's sake, never show me a border!Don't fence me in, not even metaphorically -if I have one incurable obsession it is curiosity. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Tonight, De is hosting Quadrille, where the watchword is... Continue Reading →
Hellebores, primrose, bluebells, geranium, forget-me-not: how could I forget you? For our love bloomed in the heady time of late spring flowers, around the rising of the late-May moon. Scents of lavender and roses drifted on the air, as the Star of Bethlehem reflected the moon's splendour, shining white. Buttercups and poppies swayed in daytime... Continue Reading →
If a dream was a dance and thatdance was a waltzI’d be whisked off my feet to thebeat of your pulse: I would whirl and I’d twirl as we’down the dance floorand my skirt all a-swirl would in-vite, ‘Just one more... 'Have this last dance, this last dance, thislast dance with me!'At the end of... Continue Reading →
Blue me so much beauty - bless my life! - in lake, and sky and seablooming everywheregreen in the grassblue in the lake's tranquilityblue in the ocean's regencyblue in the sky above mewho am I to say:poor meblue mewhat-am-I-to-do me?Look into the deep blue all around me:blue me so much beauty(blue the heart within me)... Continue Reading →
Spring has whispered its spell over the barren countryside turning the brown, one green. It has not yet reached the high karst mountain summits, but in the stand of beach cladding the slopes, witness its reaching. Another week, another day, another hour, and there will be a time for such a summit. Now the wild... Continue Reading →
I. Elegy for a Fairytale There are no knights in shining armour,there is no chivalry;there are only nights of drunken ardourfollowed by confused apologies. The damsels in distress collectsocial security: there is no chivalry nor any Knights in shining armour nowI wonder if there ever were? Though once upon a time I thought I knew one whotook me... Continue Reading →
I’m a pest, I’m a pest, anapestically speakingfor I rhyme every timewithout pausing or breaking each monotonous linewith a flick of the keys:I can drone on for hourswriting stanzas like these; but I like a good metrethat’s as firm as it’s strongand as swiftly rememberedas your best-hated song; so will someone please stop mebefore I’m sent... Continue Reading →
There was a fireplace in my old bedroom, or rather, an empty space where a fireplace used to be. Except that the empty space had now been filled by a blue-and-white chest of drawers. Every night, I'd wait until the grown-ups were asleep and then I'd move them. Because only I knew that behind that... Continue Reading →
I don’t mean to complainabout my ruthless uterus but all the same(though I hate to make a fuss)periodically it drives mealmost insane. Ok it’s not reallythe uterus, butthe hormones triggeredby its cycles and not even really thatbut the actions of these hormones on the brain. Why is it always ‘the’ brain anyway?as if to say we... Continue Reading →
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