C.C.

Red Apple. Every Boxing Day, Jimmy planted a row of seeds outside his back cottage door. He planted two seeds together, a broad bean and a pea. His garden was made up of black fertile soil; the brazen odd weed was sure to get its comeuppance eventually. Jimmy performed each task methodically. He... Sign in to see full entry.

SPARROW The spider spun webs in the stable and wondered if it were true. The meadow was covered in violets whenever the moon turned blue. The cows walked around with parasols when the sun climbed out of his bed. It all appeared unlikely, but that’s what the house sparrow said. The crows were eating... Sign in to see full entry.

Images. How sweet you looked when I became caught in this event I made compliments especially for you. By breaking days into segments I could easily present sufficient reasons to continue. I moved deeper into an imagined potential situation. I knew that it was dangerous; the power insisted that I... Sign in to see full entry.

I am going to try to write poetry. Excuse me while I get into the mood Perhaps I will count up to three Or try to get something into my blood. First of all I must gather up a voice it will have to be serious and strong. Probably rather harmonious and nice it will improve the example. If a meaning... Sign in to see full entry.

Dust. In the dream it became summer and all the bad things were forgotten. We ran as high as the golden moon across the lost meadow. But this was my dream and as I turned and looked, the pink cotton dress had vanished And you were fading into a soft distant glow. I tried to reach for your hand, I... Sign in to see full entry.

Cats. Over a murky drawbridge in a futuristic dimension she walks fine-boned masquerading as the inevitable fantasy of one’s imagination. Crossing cloud and conversing rationally. Unwise criticism becomes ancient history. I stare into the paper that holds me to that thought And then; a cat spits, I... Sign in to see full entry.

He stands on a small bridge and looks down on the stream. He has a red carnation in his hand, it slips from his fingers. Stark. In these stark days I lie in her breast As unworthy as I can ever admit. Wishing to leave that place of rest, knowing that nature will have none of it. If only we spoke all... Sign in to see full entry.

Artist. He has the ability to allow his thoughts to dry on a white surface. I watch he becomes seated, I follow his eye. It soaks up the meadow grass and a reclining form. She is not his; he loses this memory and searches in warm colours. She cannot be taken easily and must rest innocently. This... Sign in to see full entry.

The Fuchsia. The time has come the gardener said, to analyse the flower bed. So taking notice, I decided as I chopped and hoed and tidied. And felt a slight chill as I weeded, because a ruthless streak was needed. Standard fuchsias are demanding, using space that is left standing. The heated... Sign in to see full entry.

Cut it Come on old chap I toast you reverently after summarizing the oddities of life’s conventional progress. We could try and bend the time line and show how eventually words conquer and can pierce this mess. I run with you across the strange dimension hardly pausing; spreading my thoughts like... Sign in to see full entry.