Bulging eyes, wet skin.
Ma said ‘you’re no oil painting’;
your ship will come in.
by Scooj
Bulging eyes, wet skin.
Ma said ‘you’re no oil painting’;
your ship will come in.
by Scooj
Pentaradiate;
soft creamy petals unfurl
as if setting sail.
by Scooj
Wisteria leaves
press on the bathroom window;
a relentless surge.
by Scooj
Eight legs, many eyes.
Woven threads for trapping food;
so much to admire.
by Scooj
I see you Mister,
and you know what? You see me.
We see each other.
by Scooj
When cloud forms collide
and light reflects in grey shades;
heavenly mayhem.
by Scooj
http://www.wildlifetrusts.org/30DaysWildInfo
Mysterious bug
lurking on a bramble leaf
with regal splendour.
by Scooj
http://www.wildlifetrusts.org/30DaysWildInfo
Regimented stacks
pay homage to Sacré-Coeur
from Paris roof tops.
by Scooj
The broad beans are in
hope the savage winds abate
blustery cool May.
by Scooj
Neither slow nor worm
unkind, lazy misnomer
lizard without legs
by Scooj