“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”

asked Prospero, with a wry smile.

“Father, you are all a lather,

if you think we can spend a while

in doing so. The answer, it is, ‘No!’ “

It’s Happy Earth Day

It’s Thursday today;

but, it’s much more than just that:

it’s Happy Earth Day.

This is not a Haiku

This is not a Haiku.

Why?

Because I don’t write those;

they are far too fiddly,

what with their syllable count

and line length;

I’ll stick to Free Verse,

where I can just roam

like a butterfly in Spring

visiting flowers.

“We’re keeping the weeds to feed the bees.”

Lawnmower at the ready:

stood down;

shears and trimming tools:

returned to their racks;

plans to clear a path:

put on hold.

“We’re keeping the weeds

to feed the bees.”

“Pob-bob-bob!” said the gull.

“Pob-bob-Bob!” said the gull.

“Yes.” I replied, but it should be ‘Pob-bob-bob-bob!’ as I have ‘two’ dogs.

“Pob-bob-bob-bob!” said the gull, correcting its earlier error.

“Precisely!” I said, ‘“You’ll get it right next time.”

“Pobbbbbb!” said the gull, which really wasn’t a very nice thing to say at all.

Friday I’m In Haiku

When Friday is done

it is time for the weekend:

so let fun commence.

“I’m sorry, but we really do need some form of IDiot.”

I checked all pockets; fluff (or lint – I’m not sure of the difference); two sweets (still wrapped, possibly edible); some string; a few coins; a bus-ticket; a receipt; various other items of little use; but nothing that I could use to confirm who, or indeed ‘what’, I was.

They refused to allow my entrance. I foresaw my exit – and was soon unceremoniously ejected into the street.

Much later (some several years) I realised that all along I had had my library ticket tucked inside the cuff of my jacket.

Never mind, I shall remember it being there next time. If there is a next time. For whatever it was that I needed my ID for.

Edward de Leaf

Edward lived every day

as if it was his first,

or his last;

green of experience in his youth

he learnt all that could

until he became a wizened old fellow.

One day,

whilst wearing a coat of brown, trimmed with a motley yellow,

he fell to the ground,

and just lay there.

It all got a bit ‘Buntled!’

As I wendelled my weary way,

I was wary that, one day,

I might be steeply inclined

to walk up a hill;

but, still, I thought to myself,

that’s probably

not

going to happen today.

Two hours later, looking back

(and looking down)

I realised

how

it might feel

to be a clown,

or (more likely)

a cloud.

Wandering about wondering

it really shouldn’t be allowed.

The Black Sea Gull

From the Black Sea?

Or just a black seagull?

Who knows?

I know that I don’t.

But, mine is to ask the questions

that others have no interest in answering.

It’s what I do.

A seagull in time

A seagull in time saves nine,

so they say;

but, who ‘they’ are, is never mentioned.

and what are the ‘nine’ that are to be saved?

Ladies dancing?

I think not.