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Atacama symphonic
pan-fluted melodies
whisp’ring in the wind
blist’ring radiance
bleaches desert mud
send them tumbling
along endless dunes
temp’rature drops as
an astral masque ball
strings up fairy lights
across the evening sky
Friday 27th May 2022 4:40 am
Splish, Splash!
Splish, splash!
Welly boots and rainbow coats
Puddle jumps and squelchy squeals
Muddy paws and tiny feet
Made this rainy day complete
Mud and ice cream stuck to our faces
Carefree laughter as we squished and dashed
Splish, splash, splish splash!
Puddle jumping in mid May
Helps to chase the gloom away!
C.K.22
Sunday 22nd May 2022 5:25 pm
We all live in the past...
The present flows rapidly behind me, as hard as I try
To hold a precious moment in my tremulous hand.
It slips. It’s gone; I watch that golden instant slide away
In the rear-view mirror of my chequered history,
Adding to all the endless acres of slurry and mud.
Our past; the opaque, unfathomable morass
Of what once happened, and can never happen again.
All the happiness, ...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 11:00 am
Flux
The dogma of the temporal nomad
is an acceptance of the evanescence
of all, from the lacklustre to the astral,
for even what purports to alter one's course
on a visceral level, has but an ephemeral tether,
and is soon to be rejected by a newborn Present,
able solely to be resurrected by a Memory
so rudimentary as to sculpt faulty forms
using mud procured from the riverban...
Saturday 21st May 2022 12:16 am
Glorious Mud
'Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud',
Was a very famous song:
Sung by the great Michael Flanders
And played by Donald Swann.
Both, alas, are now long gone.
But Flanders' daughter Stephanie
Is frequently heard on the BBC,
So the heritage of mud
Lives on!
Friday 20th May 2022 5:33 pm
Stuck in the Mud
Four horses were stood in a Care-Home field,
Sadly, chewing over the price of hay
And how much silage they ate each day.
“I used to inhabit a fine field of my own
With lush green grass, not rubble and stone!”
“Now we’re all stuck her in our filthy coats!”
“We are literally up to our knees in mud!
I’d complain to the farmer, but he’s no good!”
“Our foals ...
Friday 20th May 2022 8:14 am
I'm Wallowing In You Now
I've always been a timid sort
Careful to look before I leapt
Rarely dived into the water
Watched the company I kept
Then I met you and blew a fuse
Saw my inhibitions do a runner
I was all over you like a rash
I thought you were a stunner
I'm wallowing in you now
The water's as clear as mud
Never been so wringing wet
Never knew life was so good
You...
Friday 30th October 2020 11:09 am
Mud
dusk in the copse is foggy, and after rain there's
mud, so you watch your step as rubber
boots kick life into the mess.
no rainbow
lights the ploughed churning, or stars sputter at such
perfect mire, it harks instead at
mad trenches, branches
dripping onto brambles sharp as barbed wire.
can worms survive this clay or do
gills get jammed as mouths and rifles did, each
...
Thursday 6th August 2020 1:47 pm
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