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Softly blowing;

Faint longing,

Simply growing

For songs of long lost harmony.


Got to Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus for the “Absent-E”


The Meal by Paul Gauguin, 1891
Courtesy Magpie Tales

Fragile abundance,
illusive spread in vain disguise.
Cream together butter and sugar if you must,
fruitless to still
the silent hunger
raging inside.

For Magpie Tales  and Saturday Centus

Pushed to the brink
Oh no!’ you can feel your heart sink,
What shall I do? Bolt?’ But
Escape is never the answer. Summon
Resourcefulness and courage; charge, don’t shrink

Try your Power at It’s Thursday

In the Spring, I was a child
Sometimes timid, sometimes wild
Summer was fast and brisk
Scornful of danger or risk
In the Autumn, at my best
Seasoned, mellow, ready for Rest
Passing thought…

In the Autumn, what would I do?
I don’t know, I have no clue!
Summer sunshine turns winter grey,
There is no Fall where I stay!


For Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus

You stare out of the window,
the rain folds the world outside
in an impartial embrace.

When I look into your eyes
there is growing desert sand, of
memories that come and go
in ever-weakening waves.

I am chained to the past
we can no longer share.
In my eyes
the desert and the rain
fight for place.

Mother, help me!
Tell me, please, that moving on
is not a sin, it is no mistake.

Mother, may I
seek solace in forgetting?

Set me free Mother
before it is too late.


Saturday Centus, Carry On TuesdayTheme Thursday  

Endeavor by Lino Tagliapietra,
Columbus Museum of Art
Courtesy Magpie Tales


Slowly crawling, slithering

pain. Sharp, unforgiving, untamed.

Cruelly bright colours

impotent to disguise the shame.


Illustration: Carmen L. Browne
Courtesy: Monday’s Child


Hey, what is this?
What do I see?
There is a face looking back
Who can it be?

Life is a mirror
What you show is what you see
The face looking back
Of course, it is me!


Illustration: Clara Burd
via Monday’s Child


Flowers at my door
Oh, give me more

They bring fragrance to life
Add colour and spice
A sight for eyes sore
Do give me more

 They won’t stay for long
Soon they’ll be gone
Till then admire, adore
Please, give me more

Say yes to hope, be strong of will
Enjoy life, have your fill
Make the most, your heart pour
Sure, give me more

Flowers at my door
Yes, give me more


Illustration: Lissa
Courtesy: Monday’s Child


There is a story sleeping in every book
A tale hiding in every corner, every nook

Set your imagination free, let it take wing
Throw open your heart, let your soul sing
Let your fancy loose, let it carry you miles
Share a few tears, offer a million smiles
Experience the world, its laughter and sighs
See it with your heart, not with just your eyes

You will discover this world is like a wonderful book
A tale hiding in every little corner, every small nook  


Illustration: Will Terry
Courtesy: Monday’s Child



Look, what I found!
A map in a box
hidden deep into the ground.

It looks like a plan
by humans in the village
at our door,
to enter further
into our forest,
encroach some more.

We must find a way,
convince them
within limits to stay.

They must leave us be
or, one fine day
we shall perish,
with us the forests
and the happiness key.

So, Dear Humans,
will it be ‘Us or Them’
in a faceoff, or
hand in hand, together
‘You and I, She and He’.


July 2018
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