Yay Or 'Neigh'?

 

I laugh in the teeth of danger,
as long as there's hay in my manger.
Drop by anytime, and it will be fine.
I like to say 'Hi' to a stranger!

Here are my 140 characters for the Grandma's Goulash picture above!

Tongue Tied?

    With thanks to Mag 100, where Tess gave us an image of a sculpture by Jason deCaries Taylor.

Fun Thoughts For A Monday Morning

Tess gave us another B & W photo to set our imaginations going this week, as befits that black and white Magpie bird which figures in her blog title. I tend not to see things in black and white, so here's where my Friedlander photo details took the Jinksy mind...

DON'T JUMP!

A king in his palace, a pig in his sty
each have the same distance
between them and the sky!

Water Music

Colour me blue in shades of rain or sky

when clouds scud in window-painted reflections

on clear, glass-green panes of light, and rills

of singing water rush a stream of music

in waterfall cascades about my ears;

liquid thoughts to flow and feed the muse

who waits in arid expectation of life

filled to the brim with their soft sounds…

A muted colour palette for Poetry Jam  who asked us to colour our lives.

Dingbat!

I hereby declare that my animal name
has to be one which is more of a game-

an imaginary creature you won't find for real!
I know, I'm a  Dingbat! That's a name with appeal.

The ding of my bell is as good as a song,
and with bat ears to listen how could I go wrong?

My bat wings can glide with a sense of direction
which is second to none, thanks to sonar detection.

If I hang upside down I can then be objective,
for I'm sure it may help me see life in perspective.

'Down' can be 'Up' in the blink of an eye -
with a flap of my wings, the  limit's the sky!



At  IGWRT, Fireblossom asked for our inside animal to emerge, but mine is trapped in the imagination, as is every true Dingbat since time began...

X 2 C?

IGWRT's Friday challenge , which I've now got round to reading, asked for a  poem written in less than 5 minutes, and including the word 'ecstacy'...
How could I resist another joke?

Ecstacy
is you and me
together
by the Xmas tree,
where X stands for a little kiss
without the need for mis-
tletoe!

Watch out!

Do you wear a watch? Does it rule your days and haunt your dreams? Tick, tock…the rule of clock surrounds you, turns the screw. Once you’ve learned to tell the time, that face, with hands that sweep the hours away, becomes a threat to freedom, while it keeps you moving on towards the future…

The detail is from a image by Lee Friedlander, 1966. Linked to Magpie Tales today, and  on Friday, it will serve for Flash 55!

Sweet

Sweet dreams, baby, 

may they always be
full of love and laughter. 

Blessings rain on thee!

Theme Thursday chose the prompt and gave us a graphic full of hearts, which I've adapted as a picture frame for this little gem of babyhood!

The Call Of The Sea

This detail from the Magpie Tales #95 illustration by Mostafa Habibi set my mind in motion...And I've also linked it to Imaginary Garden for their Open Link Monday.

Neptune's Kingdom curved around the globe;
waves whispered lyrics mermaids sang
in coral caves, when everywhere was water.
Their soft soprano salt-sprayed notes
danced above the deep wave’s roar
as ocean currents orchestrated music
in melodic symphonies, whose sounds
form a background to our lives today.
Without their ancient lays, where would we be?

Flash Fiction?

Theme Thursday gave us an interesting graphic today, and I decided 160 characters would wrap it up nicely!

A forest fire hides him in wreaths of smoke. Flames leap ever higher and devour trees like a hungry dragon, as this modern day St George battles for supremacy.

It's all in the details...

They sat opposite each other, with eyes downcast. Unappetizing sandwiches and lukewarm tea added nothing to ease the situation. Divorce was on both their minds.

In the tradition of MonkeyMan, I've used a mere 160 characters to capture the mood of this snippet from the Magpie Tales illustration - 'Lunch' by George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art - which Tess has used today. 

But I couldn't resist honing in on other parts of this intriguing painting, so full of stories...

Morning light
filtered through the glass,
but coffee
was needed
before his eyes could focus
on its brilliance.

But HOW did the G-Man get in on the act? Look carefully! Hehehe!

An Inner Plan

 

Time's palette turns, perception alters around a basic structure. Dreams evolve in technicolour tapestries which  meld for a moment, to decorate our world.

An orchard's harvest falls, and feeds the soil with richness gifted to the generations as yet unborn. This urge to propagate is inherent in every living cell of man, of beast, of plant. Since worlds began this inner plan has played its predetermined part. We can't deny, nor start to understand its complexity, merely stand in awe..

This is for In Tandem #21, and Theme Thursday.