Wednesday, 19 July 2017

beyond a wooden window...


feature on the side of a beach box at Dromana beach



golden coins gushing from a golden express
painted ships on painted oceans
high rise wealth
under
sugared skies

the selfish wonder of a wooden window
terminal
locked

blind eyes
blind blood 
on a sacrificial plate

***********


engineer of motion
painter of dreams and holy grails
daring pilot of wings
under 
seasonal skies


priceless window

re-birth

unlocked 

open

a view for
everyone

anyone



 


NOTE
I was inspired to connect with an event screened in Australia last night.
In particular, I was inspired by one competitor.

Source: 9Now Australian Ninja Warrior
- William Laister in the Australian Ninja Warrior semi-finals last night.
NINJA WARRIOR IN THE MAKING?
(His time was 4:02:41 beaten only by Queenslander Rob Patterson's 3:56:50)
William, aged 25, is a carpenter and personal trainer who lives in Melbourne, Victoria.
He has a background in gymnastics, ballet, Muay Thai (Thai boxing), Crossfit,
lifting competitions, golf and rock climbing.
 But every day is a challenge -  and there is the real wonder of  William.
He has auto immune disease and Ankylosing Spondylitis.
For 2 years he was unable to walk properly.
Daily, he injects himself with preventative medication
and must move every day in any way he can.


Linking to:
dVersePoets Pub - Looking Out/Looking In

Monday, 17 July 2017

for sale...


(c) Mike Vore




(118 words)

 



NOTE 
The Stolen Generation is a term used for the children of Australian Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander descent who were removed from their families by the Australian Federal and State government agencies and church missions between the 1890's and 1970's...



Linking to:
Sunday Photo Fiction

Friday, 14 July 2017

she loved to dance...


French Still Life - Janet Webb (c)


She loved to dance, especially in a small space 
- our space - (but really her space) 
- on highly polished floor boards. 
High heels sliding and a dizzy swirl of swishing skirt and 
flying, long drop earrings, 
spun her into ecstasy. 

And her favourite place to dance was in the little pub by the sea. 

Dark night views outside...
and 
candle light flickering in the tall glass, 
mirroring and framing our wheel of romance... 
never failed to lift our souls on heavenly wings. 


Till one night, 
just her earrings,
alone...
(by a candle, 
unlit
in a small window)...

still danced...

blissfully?



(99 words)



 



Linking to:
Friday Fictioneers

Saturday, 9 January 2016

more than parting the waters...


Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky


sizzling feet
fry
her pools of tears

let her pharaoh follow
if he dares



 

Linking to:
Magpie Tales #300

Monday, 2 November 2015

rabbit...rabbit...


rabbit by Elaine Usdin


I am woman 
magician

a Medusa
armed with
rabbit power

my crinoline boxers
flaunt the colours
of my own landscapes

I am laced
in 
my own naked truth

and 
my spiked high heels
are meant
for walking
tall


never mess with my illusion

my glasses intend to
magnify
your details



 

Linking to:
Magpie Tales #292

Monday, 28 September 2015

a stone face...


Gerrit Photography



a stone face

your blind soul is
fixed
behind the wall
of glass level
and
dressed in
the webbed music
locked
in your system

my sighs
outside
spin
kick
bust 
and trump
the reflection mess

yet for you
inside
I am less than
a mirage
a reflection


my visit

does not exist

 


Linking to:
Magpie Tales #287
+
The Sunday Whirl

Monday, 14 September 2015

all the mystique...


Aline Smithson


all the mystique and
glamour
and flashy photos
spewed like sticky honey from
the relentless
Hollywood
marketing
machine
cannot compete with
the passing of time

tastes and
stardom
move on

just like your fancy doll's house for
your fancy doll
abandoned
buckling to the ravages of
loveless
dust

while I stand
and I see
and I conquer

and this 
ordinary
smug
doll

moves on

 

Linking to:

Magpie Tales #285
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