With the suns arrival
and the departure of the night
My body stirs…
It needs stuff.
Tea, strong and white,
Toast - blonde
Eggs, over easy
Painkillers by two
Happy pill by one
Stomach - there’s one for you too
Eyes - cleared
Skin - moisturised
A walk - Knee strapped
Cane - in hand
Sunglasses - prescription grade, on
Dog - ready
Let's do this day.
A short story composed without the assistance of the humble letter ‘A’
I slowly pulled my fingers through the golden flower. Intrigued, I noticed droplets of liquid forming on my fingertips. I stuffed my fingers into my mouth. The sweetness flowed over my tongue.
If this is how to survive in the bush, I think I will be fine.
Things took unlikely turns from this point. “Try this” my instructor grunted. He gently pulled white worms from the split bowl of the tree. My bowels fired. I’m not going to keep this down.
It got progressively worse. Things with legs, things without legs, more with legs, forced upon me.
But I survived!
My pride in completing the course is only outweighed by this complete conviction – If I lose myself in the bush, I will only ever consume the flowers.
Before dark After day Silky air Cool breeze We walk Hands held Talking little Feeling good This date Dinner first Martini next Slow dance Let’s fall In love
Peggy-Sue got married. Not last year, because we were dating then. It wasn’t this Spring either, we were still together, even then. So here is Summer and I’m at the beach, trying to put sunscreen on my back. Peggy-Sue got married yesterday.
moments remembered
summer burns along my spine
‘til death, do us part
I’ve seen it in the bottom of a tea-cup.
In the way the bones have fallen,
And in the future revealed by the Elder Futhark.
It’s written in the stars;
In new migratory paths of the Eastern Curlew.
And reinforced by the southward movements
of the Alaskan Timber Wolf.
The solitary Blue Whale sings about this end.
Maybe I’m entering my menopause?
Perhaps it’s an epigenetic thing?
Whatever it is, its not a single trigger.
I’m getting angry, at times, violent.
At other times simply disappointed,
in your failure to understand.
I can’t provide you with support,
not for much longer anyway.
I’m changing and it’s permanent.
We cannot continue this relationship –
not the way it’s currently arranged.
You are going to have to change your ideas,
Or I will not be here for you – your choice.
You need to embrace new energies.
Tidy up my oceans and the water I provide.
Stop polluting my soils with plastic and poisons…
… just clean up after yourselves!
If not –
I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
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