writing – Page 3

Grimple Shrugged

Aug 9, 2025Aug 9, 2025MattLeave a comment

Mr Grimple displayed pavonine flair
Feeling himself a favonian wind
Luck was in the air
So with umbrella to hook
He clung from the clouds
And when Betty looked up, boy did she cluck!
‘What the hell are you doin’ up there?’
All while she fluffed up her hair.
‘I’m bearing the lightness of being’ Said Mr Grimple and with one big shrug, lifted burdensome boulders
Upon the knolls of his shoulders.

The grind

Aug 8, 2025Aug 8, 2025Matt9 Comments

We were twine o’ thread knottin’ time
bent us snaggle toothed spines needlin’ at the grind

We were fusty with British stiff upper lip
with sabre toothed vanity, mining us extraterrestrial in coal an’ lime needlin’ at the grind

We dreamed o’ greenin’ the land
cigarettes chained to us ‘ands needlin’ at the grind

We erased that which we wished to glimpse
In a trailblaze of exhaust fumes, steerin’ the grind

We extolled the land by mouth
And demarcated it with the other ‘and steelin’ uselve’s fer the grind

An attempt at this week’s W3

Siren Song

Aug 3, 2025Aug 3, 2025MattLeave a comment

It beckons us back
with treacled sunrise
just one swim, the siren song sings
hermetically sealed in our ears
crashing cymbals, these waves
these waters know our skin
and all the souvenirs it comes with.

Gnomes Rutting Season

Jul 31, 2025Jul 31, 2025Matt18 Comments

Please read the following with David Attenborough’s voice in mind.

..And now a donsy of gnomes
Gather away from their homes
Awaiting their companions
In diplodocus canyon

And as the males start to rut
The females choose, each, their hut
Readying it for their young
And soon, gnomlings run amok

This was written for W3

Carillon silence

Jul 22, 2025MattLeave a comment

Our shadows dislimn the land we extol
Bottle necked exhalations shrugged us up from our holes
to witness the passing shape of our lungs
as we sprung from gunpoint
And do dead daisies push up their brothers too?
In the silent spring of our futures
A carillon tolled silence.

Dragons Glimpse

Jul 20, 2025Jul 20, 2025Matt5 Comments

Golden shimmers upon dragons glimpse
Secrets spread in wild fringe
The air holds the names of battles, grim
Where illusions stir us from our skins
Cradled in the world that churns us in
The skeletal remains of our chagrin
Trapped in cage of ribs
The butterflies flitter away our whims

Jack outta his box

Jul 17, 2025Jul 17, 2025Matt12 Comments

A magniloquent wind up bastard
Chartaceous, a wasps nest
Verbose on’t tongue
Clockwork brain with rusted gyral
Death rattles us on tickin’ tocks downward spiral
Did I mention I’m certified unhinged
A wheel short o’ a penny farthin’
Aye, it’s true but thee can’t put me back in’t box
Cuz I upped an’ sprung

Jack sprung from ‘ere

Sunflower night

Jul 9, 2025Jul 9, 2025Matt12 Comments

Sunflowers push through whack-a-mole ‘oles
In’t night sky
Golden flowered stars blurred by eyes
An airscape t’ feast time
Puffs o’ cloud scryin’ t’morrows sunrise
Droopin’ petals. rainin’ golden blossom.

Inspired by prompt

Also inspired by Van Gogh paintings, where I mixed up ideas from two of his paintings in my head to write this.

Maybe you can guess which ones?