Rain Just a raindrop falling, falling into wetness. A silvery teardrop which splatters then disappears into wetness, to become invisible as if by magic. https://www.thehooletsnook.com/stories--poems/rain
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Talking Turkey There is a rumour going around as rumours do in this community. It is said that a celebration is being planned by humans. Specifically by those humans who feed and pet us. It is being said that we will be invited to join them, that we will be a part, an important part of the celebration. So now we are waiting wondering what role we shall play, wondering if we will get drunk, wondering if we will enjoy it all as much as our humans will enjoy our presence. https://istanbulmasticadores.wordpress.com/2024/10/21/two-poems-by-lynn-white/
Earwigs My neighbour was sweeping up. “Beware of earwigs,” she said. “they go in through your ear, crawl round your brain and tickle you to death” Her name was Rosie. She cleaned trains for a living. No earwig survived where she swept. Fortunately not many travelled by train. https://istanbulmasticadores.wordpress.com/2024/10/21/two-poems-by-lynn-white/
Mr Joseph’s Mystery There were four flats in our house, two up, two down. All had their own electricity meter, although Mr Devin downstairs connected his directly to the mains. We always knew when he was washing from the ferocious flash bangs. The stairs light was on the House Meter and the cost was included in the rent. However in our flat, not every socket was the same one mysteriously didn’t work at all. Mr Devlin quickly explained. that this socket was also on the House Meter. He came with his screwdriver and sorted it. Of course everything was then plugged in there with an adaptor of gigantic proportions. Mr Joseph, the landlord was mystified at the size of the bills from the one bare bulb on the stairs. He changed the bulb frequently for ones of increasingly low wattage but still the bills stayed the same. Eventually we were down to a fairy light more suited to a Christmas tree but still the bills stayed the same. He pondered over the mystery frequently to us all but we coul
Dear Busybody I remember the title. It was the first book that I borrowed from the Children’s Section of the library. We visited my Auntie Mary afterwards and she laughed and laughed. I didn’t know why. I was eight years old and it was written for a much older child and though I persevered I couldn’t understand much of it. I saw it there again years later and borrowed it a second time. I still couldn’t understand much, so maybe it was me, not my age, though I did understand by then why Auntie Mary had laughed! https://www.samjokomagazine.com/dear-busybody
Ablaze The horizon is blazing like a sunset and the sea is no place for a horse. But there’s no land left for a horse and the earth is sinking now following the sunken sun. Soon even the sea will burn, even the horse will burn. Soon everything will burn. The end. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/10/brazen-high-hawk.html