dark fairy tale (Remove filter)
Blood Moon
Blood Moon
“Sweet Katarina, dance for me”,
said the man with the black balloon,
whose face looked rather like a wolf
if glanced in the back of a spoon -
and for each dance she did for him
he would pass her another string
with a midnight helium ball
tied on to its end with a ring.
She danced until her little hands
were full of the magical twine
and the villagers all agreed
they’d ne...
Friday 4th July 2014 2:09 pm
Recent Comments
Graham Sherwood on Look Both Ways
33 minutes ago
Russell Jacklin on Mob Rule Mentality
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Target
5 hours ago
Jon on Innocents' Deadly Foe
7 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Good to be back!
7 hours ago
Mike McPeek on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
11 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 28. Politic-toc-tic-toc-tic toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic]
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on When Genocidal savagery meets the useless outrageous ignorance of closed eyes
16 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on When Genocidal savagery meets the useless outrageous ignorance of closed eyes
17 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Target
17 hours ago