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I Hunted Dragons Once

After Kitagawa Utamaro: detail of Pink Flowers with Butterflies and a Dragonfly (public domain)

I hunted dragons once. Courting danger,
Armed with nothing but a net, my hands, a jam jar,
I ventured onto wastelands alone, a stranger
To my primeval prey, a knight to war.

Winged beasties, flitting over hard-baked earth,
Seeking scrubby growth for landing strips:
I stalked them, watched them pause and barely stir,
Balanced on stalks of grass, suspended on the lips
Of pools (putrid, slick with slime like Grendel’s lair),
Their rainbow iridescence, blues and reds
And greens and mauves, upheld by filigreed air,
Their slender bodies capped by swivel heads.

I caught these wonders, cupped them in my hands,
Transferred them into glass-walled living rooms,
Grass-filled their glamorous future homelands,
Never thinking these would be their tombs.

I hunted dragons once, so wanting thus to be
Protective. But they wanted to be free.

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Ballad of the canal

Frozen stretch of Monmouthshire and Brecon canal, Dardy, Powys 2018

Brecon town is far and away
And much too far for me
And Newport city is not so pretty
Although it’s near the sea.

But as I’d like to see the sea
The next best thing would be
The waters of the Mon and Brec
That glide ‘neath sky and tree.

I dream a dream of days I’ll glimpse
The ocean wide and free
As I travel ‘long the Mon and Brec
From Brecon to the sea.

Though Brecon town is far away
And Newport dank and grey
I pray that soon I’ll go that way.
I will, I’m sure, one day.


The Monmouthshire and Brecon Canal is affectionately known as the Mon and Brec

An exercise for a creative writing class on composing poetry, in this case in ballad form

We’re all stardust

Catch a falling star, put it in your pocket.
It won’t take you far: for that you’ll need a rocket.
Blast off into space, spaceman that you are. Just
don’t fall, in that case, right back to earth as stardust

Or I’ll catch a falling star …

‘Tis the voice of the whinger

 

Winter comes but once a year
Days of darkness soon to bring
Weather cold and storms so drear
Blessed respite brought by spring

But too soon it then gets hot
Summer days we’re bathed in sweat
Autumn’s next as like as not
Mists and storms to make us wet

Now it’s bloody winter come
Starts the cycle once again
Constant change, my brain’s gone numb
Each new season’s such a pain

Freelancing in a swimsuit

Newgale beach

Working as a contract paralegal
has components in its favour,
and factors that are
unfavourable to some people.

If a way-off journey
and pleasure in your work life
is what would swimsuit you the very best,
freelancing may very well be
an awesome option for you!


I don’t want to bemoan the quality of spam these days but I find that very few live up to the standards I look for in found poetry. This is a tolerable exception

SPAM #2 Fact!

Original spam (provided by Lizzie Ross)

Asking questions are in fact fastidious thing if you are not understanding something completely, however  this piece of writing gives good understanding even.

Spam transformed from Nonsense to Sense?

Asking questions are in! Fact!
Fastidious thing, if you are not understanding something completely!
However, this piece of writing gives good, understanding even!

Thanks to Lizzie Ross for another entry in my first and only Spam Poetry Competition
Please note, the closing date for entries is the last day before eternity

SPAM #1 → MAPS #1

map

Maps for transforming nonsense spam

Original
Genuinely when someone doesn’t be aware of afterward its up to other users that they will assist,
so here it takes place.

Nonsense → Sense

Genuinely, when someone doesn’t?
Be aware of afterward!
It’s up to other users that they will assist so.
Here it takes place.

 

Acknowledgement: Lizzie Ross for competition submission