Spiteful malicious
wasp takes aim at my forearm;
throbbing reminder.
by Scooj
Spiteful malicious
wasp takes aim at my forearm;
throbbing reminder.
by Scooj
I’m surgically
attached to my headset and
want to leave the call.
by Scooj
Evicerated
animals scatter the floor,
stuffing tumbleweed.
by Scooj
Finding my mojo
is taking quite a long time,
I must nurture it.
by Scooj
Two innocent fawns
break cover in the lane, sweet
and vulnerable.
by Scooj
It’s the Cornish air
grandma used to say, that’s why
I sleep like a log.
by Scooj
.
It isn’t easy
sifting through another’s life;
once loved, discarded.
.
by Scooj
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Swallows hug the turf
darting with great precision
past rails and fences.
.
by Scooj
Serenely you gaze
across the floating harbour
when you catch my eye.
by Scooj
Photograph taken with a compact zoom from the other side of the floating harbour. Street art by Banksy.
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When it rains again
we’ll forget these sunny days;
fickle memory.
.
by Scooj