Nancy Wilson, When October Goes

 

 For Marguerite Eugenie Florrimonde

 

 when october goes winter is close

 her sweet sadness folded in russet leaves

 sprinkled across gardens 

and wind swept city streets 

 

 when she travels south 

she puts on her yellow wattle skirt 

places a hibiscus in her hair

 and smiles a lot at the sun

 

 the stork left me in the petunia patch

in october many years ago

my mother found me there

and kept me

 

 the stork returned 

said it was the wrong address

 my mother said bugger off 

she's my little october thrill

she's staying 

 

Weekly Scribblings # 39 ....OCTOBER THRILLS

Writers Pantry # 39

a splash of pink streaked
across the billowing clouds
another day gone

 

 

she learned to swim
at the bronte bogey hole
secrets still wedged in the rocks

 

 bedroom corner
looks like christmas all year round
at her place

 

 

still life with oranges
happiness in a kitchen
singapore orchids

 

 

 

 

Koshihimo

For Adele Alexandrine Ludivine

a baby sitter whenever needed
bearer of jars of delicious barley broth
fresh flowers picked from her tiny garden
fresh herbs and sometimes a small bottle
of eau de cologne

her granddaughter
always returned home to a
a pile of washing and ironing done
dusting? gasp !( who did that)
shopping coupons? (gasp !)
a gift of sensible stockings (gasp !)
a fifty dollar note in a birthday card
which she could little afford
from coins set aside all year
and countless other gifts and kindnesses
all accepted as a rite of passage

an expectation
blood being thicker than water
(so they say)
thinking it was  nothing extraordinary
until her selfish granddaughter learnt|
through her arduous journey in life

that it was extraordinary
that she was extraordinary
and with lasting regret
realising it far too late
when she had  already gone

Sunday Scribblings # 38

PSU

 

 

Dorothy

dorothy dear is quite put out

mary is rushing round and about

if only i was the only dog

i d have a lot more reasons to smile

gentle john would be all mine
 

Surprise !!!

 

Fill in the balloon if you like !
Writers Pantry # 38

 

the van coughed and spluttered
just made it to the supermarket car park
how many times
had she told him to get a service check

ill fix it he says
you go shopping 

after a while
she returns with a trolley
to a small  group gathered
in front of the car
sniggering and bemused

her husbands long legs
protrude from beneath the bonnet
the family jewels exposed in those old shorts
for the world to see

how many times
had she told him to wear underwear
when going out

she bent down
hastily rearranged the bits and bobs
to hide them from public scrutiny

when she stood up
she caught the puzzled gaze of her husband
standing by the car

he had been unable to get it started
he had called road service

 

 

Weekly Scribblings # 37

poetry in the time of
the 21st century plague
comes as a welcome respite
from all the bad news

the virus is knocking at the door
bowling us out like skittles in a row
we don't hear bombs
the buildings are in tact
we still drink our morning coffee
and complain that sugar bananas are scarce
so it's hard to process this idea
that we are at  war
a war that it is going to be hard to win
and won without a single gunshot

to my readers
i wish you the best of luck
stay safe and if i have given you
a glimmer of hope a laugh or smile
or a soupcon of food for thought
then my mission is accomplished
on this mortal coil
Chin up possums!

Sunday Muse # 125

introduced for sport
by the tally ho hum brits
mid 1800s

devastation of the
native species followed
until this very day

they are in the parks
they are in our back yards
we can't get rid of them

they inhabit
the entire country
yes we've been outfoxed




once again
thanks for nothing
milord

Handel's Messiah -- And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed

the phoenix
rises from the ashes
feathers burnt and singed
carrying the message of hope
above the devastation

we have been promised
the flames of hell
will not prevail against us

in the end
goodness will triumph
and the glory of the Lord
will be revealed

Weekly Scribblings # 36 PSU

Sunday Muse # 124

king of the jungle
i may be
in pecking order
top of the tree
when it comes to hunters
i don't stand a chance
better off and safer
being an ant

Memories

i remember dancing to this
carefree young good times i miss

can't believe i got this old
happens quickly so i'm told
you were so much fun back then
cool smart an adorable friend

i remember dancing to this
carefree young good times i miss



Writers' Pantry #36: Change of Season

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