This was not a good idea Noddy I know you wanted to decorate the car for the fair but helium balloons really. It’s a good job we did not get inside before the thing took off. What are we going to do now?
Well you’d better think of something quick before the car is swept away by the breeze to goodness knows where.
I’ve got a pea shooter in my lunchbox just wait.
A succession of bursts and bangs bring the car slowly to the ground.
Now what about THAT ?
Big Ears and Policeman nodding.
Picture prompt from The Mag by Tess Kincaid
Spirits of fresh water,
undulating, splendour beings,
lean with long lustrous hair.
They guard the wells and ponds,
swim through streams,
linger by lakes and refresh nature.
Electrifying energy elementals.
Come thin veil of dusk
orbs of light glow in the shadows.
Above the water mist the Rade
gathers in the half light to dance
and sing their haunting songs
in intersection of two worlds.
Written for dVerse prompt ‘Water’ by Manic Daily.
Lists of things to do
Intimidate a few
Scribbled reminders or tidy
Typed A4 pages.
Show how busy we are and
Offer the reader the chance to
Finish the day with blank achievement
There will always
Have to be one item left uncrossed
In order to begin another list
Nothing on the list is idleness
Giving way to carelessness
So lists of things to do are essential to you.
For Victoria’s DVerse prompt ‘are you listing’?
among the clouds
Ralph Vaughan Williams British Composer
A longer PiKu for Carpe Diem
treatment for hypertension
Photo taken in my garden this morning.
For Carpe Diem
of my higher self
For Carpe Diem – Reflections
Drawing down the moon,
skyclad in dead of night,
gazing through reflective light.
Moon Goddess Ointment,
aroma of anointment,
lemon, rose, sandalwood.
The bewitching hour come,
altered consciousness begun,
brushing my body with her hair.
Her translucent skin so fair
my weightless state as light as air
as through the portal I soar.
To find her waiting there
my Isis, Goddess of the Moon.
In ecstasy of love we pair.
Picture Man and the Moon by Andrew Wyeth 1990
Written for the Mag
and shared with dVerse poet’s pub