In Memoriam


What is the carving of a snorkler doing in our back yard in Thorpe Hamlet?

Sadly, it is a memorial to a young fellow swept away from Whitlingham Country Park during the flooding of the River Yare back in the day.

Oh, youth! So innocent! So foolish! Diving for the odd penny in the midst of a veritable typhoon! Sic transit vita nostra.

for Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Sunday Afternoon

Image by Esther Merbt from Pixabay

reading in the garden with a cup of tea
catching up on some old tomes, spectacles in place
some weeds caught my eye so i got up to pluck them
the grandkids showed up and wanted to play
i took them to a movie; family friendly; caught a few zzz’s in my seat

for In Other Words…

the rail

the rail is a quiet bird
it does not rail against others
is thin as a rail
may sit on a rail
practices honesty like all birds but crows and cuckoos
lives in broad marshes
not a broad-minded bird but doesn’t go off the rails
or touch the third rail for birds: cat fighting

for The Three Things Challenge


silly arguments
about climate change make our
survival iffy

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge


mimics in nature
survive through their artifice
we do halloween

for Ragtag Daily Prompt


deer takes careful steps
through marshy ground with quicksand
I’m wearing waders

for Word of the Day Challenge


smitten, i wait a bit
for the feeling to wear off
to protect my heart

for Your Daily Word Prompt


many cloudy draws
where i grew up probably
with those ghost riders

for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

New Star

“Oh, my head.”

“Welcome back to the land of the living.”

“What happened?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“We were going to a performance. Outdoors.”

“A play, actually.”

“Did we go? I remember we were smoking and drinking in the car.”

“This is your second blackout drunk. You’d better get help.”

“Jeez. I can’t remember anything at all. What happened?”

“You had quite a night.”

“Come on, spill the beans. What happened?”

“Check your phone.”

“Wait a second… Is that me?”

“Taking a curtain call.”

“I’m… I’ve got nothing. Tell me.”

“They asked for volunteers from the audience to form a Greek chorus. You were the first one up on the stage. They handed out copies of the script.”

“Holy cow, a Greek chorus… What is a Greek chorus?”

“A cross between narrator and cheerleaders, the way you guys did it. You, though, you were twice as loud as any of the others but it wasn’t a bad thing. Your voice was so deep and low… You found a whole other register. It just stood out and you sounded like you meant it, like you were about to break out and take the whole thing over the top. I was holding my breath and then the applause and cheering started.”

“My God. Grass and booze did all that and all I get for it is a headache?”

“Girl, they want you back tonight.”

for Menage Monday


leave the city behind
in wilderness stand still
majestic feeling

for Poets Pub Poetics