The Sixth Annual Contest of Whatever!

A Tale of Two City Animals…

A squirrel walks into a bar – well it was actually a discarded scaffolding bar some idiot had left propped up awkwardly against a wall, unsecured and off balance. The clumsy squirrel thinks – whatever, I still walked into it! The loosened scaffolding bar clatters unceremoniously to the ground with a resounding clang, hitting a passing scavenging fox on the head on the way down. The freaked-out squirrel takes full advantage of the fox’s obvious disorientation and distress and scarpers up the nearest tree to escape retribution. The poor old fox slinks home in pain muttering to himself and curls up in his den with a bad headache and two eyes even blacker than usual… 🙂

The end.

Created for my first ever entry to Evil Squirrel’s Sixth Annual Contest of Whatever 🙂

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Porridge

Dad has porridge for breakfast each day
Made with meal, the traditional way
Boil with water and salt
Stirring smoothly, don't halt
Till it thickens to soft glossy grey... 🙂 

Dottled and Thrawn…

Dottled and Thrawn...

A million loving moments fill my head 
Remembering my dad from childhood years, 
 But facing new realities instead  
His failing fragile mind prompts blurring tears.  

As vascular dementia takes its toll  
Forgetful blank confusion plays cruel tricks,  
Bewildered absence taunts his stubborn soul  
And thrawn and dottled's not an easy mix! 

 Each tiny blockage works to undermine  
The crumbling bedrock of his memory,   
His world's diminished, harder to define 
 Frustrating future beckons senselessly... 

 And once the day has come when no "Dad"s left 
 We'll simply go on loving, quite bereft... 

PS For the non-Scots speakers of you out there, “Dottled” means in a state of dotage and “Thrawn” means stubborn… 🙂

The Devil’s in the Detail

So there I was at the top of the hill, sitting in the shade under the big old oak tree reading a book. It was one of those hot summer days that drains all the energy right out of you. I’d finished my chores – had got up early to be sure to get everything done before the sun rose too high in the sky – and was looking forward to enjoying some well-earned down-time.

But no sooner had I settled down to read than a devil appeared in front of me, buzzing around distractingly like an irritating fly. ‘Look at you’ it mocked disparagingly, ‘ lazing around doing nothing, you know you should be more productive’. Annoyed, I swatted it with my book and carried on. Then from behind my shoulder I heard another devil skulking around, whispering seductively. ‘Remember the devil makes work for idle hands’ it wheedled gleefully, waiting for my guilt to kick in as usual.

But not this time, enough is enough. So I whacked the devil dismissively with my book. ‘Bollocks to that’ I said, ‘For your information I’m not doing nothing, I’m busy reading and relaxing. Now fuck off and leave me alone.’ And in an unpleasant puff of reluctant acceptance, suddenly they were gone, with any luck banished forever…

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

My Yoga Journey: Poetic Update

My stiff yoga moves fail to impress

And frustration leaves me in distress

Screaming hamstrings so tight

Stubborn hip-flexors fight

Till I blink back hot tears – what a mess… 😦

Soliloquy…

Soliloquy…

Within my screaming mind I hear such noise

Cacophonies reverberate immense

Tempestuous and lacking shape or poise

Staccato sounds unformed make no real sense

My mental maelstrom silences my voice

Prevents my thoughts form clearly in my head

Like tongue-tied mute I struggle, stripped of choice

My larynx flayed, I cry a storm instead…

But in a while my wild brain calms once more

Such quietude replaces strident shout

And settling, soft words soon come to the fore

Caress my tongue and dance so sweetly out

Soliloquies flow gently with such ease

Like ribbons streaming freely in the breeze…

Word of the Day Challenge: Soliloquy

Weekly Smile: 15 Oct 2018

Just Smile…

If I could smile at everyone I see

And try to make the world a better place

I’d do it in a heartbeat, just to be

A nicer member of the human race

To smile is such a simple thing to do

A universal sign of friendliness

And hopefully a smile returns to you

Connection made, anxiety feels less

But modern life’s not always very kind

As cultures clash, suspicion grows to fear

Some only see what they expect to find

And listen to what they’re prepared to hear

So try to be more thoughtful and embrace

The power of a smile upon your face…

My poetic contribution to ‘The Weekly Smile‘ on Trent’s Blog 🙂

I really love the idea of finding things weekly to smile about, so hopefully will be joining in with Trent on a regular basis 🙂