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Hush the big……. slumber

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Something in the woods loves you
something with susurrous hush
hush in communion
hush in gossip swirl
swirl of leaves
swirl of amber crunch
crunch of rugged boots
crung of snaggle-toothed roots
roots baring fingered crowns
roots tapping into earth
earth bares it’s teeth
earth feasts september’s harvest
harvest falls and bares crowns
harvest scythe bears deaths prowl
prowl in frosted trails
prowl in winds sail
sail amber seas
sail on swirling fall
fall to embers hearth
fall to earth’s rebirth
rebirth to silky worm
rebirth to nutrients swarm
swarm of leaves crisp and scrunch
swarm of bees buzz back home
home smell of comfort pie
home stuffed with bellies full
full of whimsy
full of dripping hats and coats on hooks
hooks of umbrellas pointing up
hooks of fingers in come hither crook
crook and crannie
crook and bow
bow out
bow down
down in hidey-hole
down from restless beg
beg of cool breeze
beg of nest of books
books spread whimsy
whimsy cradles inner child
whimsy tucks me in
in the warmth of bellies beast
in the night fall of harvest feast
feast on sleep
feast my eyes too big
big homely comforts
big dreams in slumber
slumber
comforts

Authors note:

The first line is the title of a book I’m currently reading Something In The Woods Loves You

Poem for W3

This did not work out well for the title…..

The Gargoyle On The Castle Wall

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Me huzfizz face come loose
screamin’ at the splizer zeeth
Void find me

And…

Where was I?

Cobwebs and water spouts…

They all cobble t’gether
in big grandiloquent hats
talking absaloute balderdash

Void find me

Beer swills and spills
much as the blood that rushes
after sword and iron rule
and then

Seams of unhinged ripish
Screamin’ at the splizer zeeth

And then she comes in with histrionic gush
‘Off with his head!’ she bleats
They all swell as one beast
with blood lust and cheer

I done seen gracke
stone faced grimbal
I shall be ‘ere etnero

It’s the after-party of more blood rush
They drink from my mouth
I scream gurgled poison

Void find me!
Screamin’ at the splizer zeeth
They’re my prisoners now.


This poetry is written for W3

Sunday whirl

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Turnin’ up limb fer limb
Piece by piece
Blood shatters our mission in glass
Vitrified by the kiln in us ‘earts
We walk’t line ‘Tween fire and laughter
Thee only truth
Is the glimmer in us eyes
That thee mined af’er
Our porcelain faces crack
In a furnace o’ fists
That’s t’ smack o’ it
No turnin’ back from’t rubble o’ it
It’s true, we’re burnin’ t’ world at both ends
It’d be a crime if we knew any different

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There is a sadness
No orchestra to fade
In the marrow of my bones
No melody for tears
the world and its antics
Marred the eyes that roll – marbled down the drain

There is unquenchable anger
Caged behind ribs
Though we know with collective sigh
That forgiveness doesn’t meet knuckled shame
And we were fringe, in lions mane
Accumulating rage

Even paper tigers sliced us
Our fragility holds no thrill
Apex predators? Questionable
And to think we’re most vulnerable
Within our exoskeletons
Rushing from z to a

And what of the badger
Flattened
The world might just slink away, indifferent
in the spin of tyres