New Year
with her parents
in windy Manchester.
She misses her friends in Cornwall.
Wild Moors.
© Rachel Green 2015
New Year's Eve
the first daffodil flower
uncommon weather
© Rachel Green 2015
Trickster
doesn't like her basket
prefers the bed
I tell her she can't come up
so she sulks downstairs
© Rachel Green 2015
toy cupboard
crammed with floggers and dildos
musty leather
DK decides
the fate of many hours work
handmade floggers discarded.
charity shop run, perhaps?
© Rachel Green 2015
A bag of toys. Council Tip.
© Rachel Green 2015
Thursday 31 December 2015
Wednesday 30 December 2015
Daily 30th December 2015
probity [proh-bi-tee, prob-i-] noun
1. integrity and uprightness; honesty.
an idealist
respected for probity
still beats up his wife
Facebook Haiku
December 30 exhale
fierce wind
screeches through the beech wood
crow's shout
for NaHaiWriMo
Wiring in the light in the cupboard in the bedroom. Extension cord into the loft and across the eaves.
Something that made me smile today:
Getting the lights back after cutting a live wire.
Lu and I tidied out the toy cupboard. It took hours. We have a lot of toys. Several bags of them discarded. I was tempted to offer them for free but we'll probably just tip them.
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. integrity and uprightness; honesty.
an idealist
respected for probity
still beats up his wife
Facebook Haiku
December 30 exhale
fierce wind
screeches through the beech wood
crow's shout
for NaHaiWriMo
Wiring in the light in the cupboard in the bedroom. Extension cord into the loft and across the eaves.
Something that made me smile today:
Getting the lights back after cutting a live wire.
Lu and I tidied out the toy cupboard. It took hours. We have a lot of toys. Several bags of them discarded. I was tempted to offer them for free but we'll probably just tip them.
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Morning Poetry 30th December 2015
welcome
from the vicar
he expects her to be
more evangelical than ag-
nostic
© Rachel Green 2015
sun-glittered gulls
soaring in a high wind
bamboo leaves
© Rachel Green 2015
old dog
losing his sight and hearing
and sense of taste
meat treats become unappealing
extra-strong cheddar, please
© Rachel Green 2015
cortizone cream
for his eczema
it terrifies him
but rubbing his back
is reassuring
and he enjoys it
puppy mode
© Rachel Green 2015
home visit. Everybody can panic now.
© Rachel Green 2015
from the vicar
he expects her to be
more evangelical than ag-
nostic
© Rachel Green 2015
sun-glittered gulls
soaring in a high wind
bamboo leaves
© Rachel Green 2015
old dog
losing his sight and hearing
and sense of taste
meat treats become unappealing
extra-strong cheddar, please
© Rachel Green 2015
cortizone cream
for his eczema
it terrifies him
but rubbing his back
is reassuring
and he enjoys it
puppy mode
© Rachel Green 2015
home visit. Everybody can panic now.
© Rachel Green 2015
Daily 29th December 2015
stelliferous [ste-lif-er-uh s] adjective
1. having or abounding with stars.
stelliferous night
even the falling missiles
can be beautiful
Into town again for the meds I forgot to get yesterday, plus Tesco.
Dog walking, getting stuff out of the loft with Aimee, Chris, DK and Lu.
Facebook Haiku
December 29 toolbox
screwdrivers and chisels
in my open toolbox
the cat
for NaHaiWriMo
You caught the saga of Lina's lamp, yes?
Something that made me smile today:
The bedside shelf finally fitted. Hurrah.
gaming. TV. Anyone watching 'The Expanse' It's awesome.
Written today:
poem - 259
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. having or abounding with stars.
stelliferous night
even the falling missiles
can be beautiful
Into town again for the meds I forgot to get yesterday, plus Tesco.
Dog walking, getting stuff out of the loft with Aimee, Chris, DK and Lu.
Facebook Haiku
December 29 toolbox
screwdrivers and chisels
in my open toolbox
the cat
for NaHaiWriMo
You caught the saga of Lina's lamp, yes?
Something that made me smile today:
The bedside shelf finally fitted. Hurrah.
gaming. TV. Anyone watching 'The Expanse' It's awesome.
Written today:
poem - 259
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Tuesday 29 December 2015
Poem 2015 / 259 Lina's Bedside Light
eMail from Spearmark International Ltd. after I complained their lamp caught fire:
Dear
My name is [redacted] and I am the Quality Assurance Manager at Spearmark International Ltd.
I have received your email today via our customer services.
Please accept my sincerest apologies that you have experienced problems with our product.
We take product safety extremely seriously and would therefore like to request the product be returned to us for a full investigation if that is possible?
To facilitate the investigation could the product be sent to the following freepost address:- [redacted]
Would it be possible to request further information about the product and the circumstances that resulted in the issue as it would greatly assist in our understanding / investigation.
· What product from the One Direction range was this? (Bedside lamp / Clip on bunk light / desk light? Etc...)
· Was the item using battery power or mains power?
· If using mains power, did you use an adaptor? (this will depend on the product type as to whether an adaptor is applicable or not)
· What light bulb was used in the product?
· Age of child
· What happened?
Your email says it ‘caught fire’ if you could provide more details that would be appreciated (i.e.; cable / lamp / was there flames? Blackening???)
I think this answers every question:
Lina's Bedside Light
My daughter's clip-on bunk light from her very favourite band
gave solace in the night-time when darkness ruled the land.
She put it on at one a.m. when the parents were in bed
and chatted on the internet with earphones on her head.
At three a.m. She smelled a smell that smelled of burning acid
(a memory of chemistry though specifics were sporadic.)
She looked around her bedroom and her gaze was caught by flames
appearing from the One-D lamp but with eighteen year-old brains,
she photographed the little blues that flickered in the base
and sent a snapchat to her friend who lived in Inner Space.
Unplugging lamp from socket the adaptor seemed okay
and the LED lights faded as the power went away.
The little fire kept flickering – another snapchap sent
“You'd better call someone,” said friend, “a firegirl or gent.”
“My parents are asleep,” she said. “I dare not wake them up;
they've worked all day and night and can never get enough
sleep. What shall I do before the house burns down complete?”
“Open up the window, then, and throw it in the street.”
“I dare not throw it on the lawn in case it catches fire
I'll toss it out the back door where the yard contains the pyre.”
But parental units long in bed, the back door locked up tight
and so she used the cat flap and threw it to the night.
Her bedroom filled with toxic smells, she opened up the window
and almost froze to death after escaping the inferno.
At least she wrote a note on towel, attached it to the kettle
to make her parents proud their lass had shown such heavy mettle.
Regards,
© Rachel Green 2015
Thank you for stopping by
Dear
My name is [redacted] and I am the Quality Assurance Manager at Spearmark International Ltd.
I have received your email today via our customer services.
Please accept my sincerest apologies that you have experienced problems with our product.
We take product safety extremely seriously and would therefore like to request the product be returned to us for a full investigation if that is possible?
To facilitate the investigation could the product be sent to the following freepost address:- [redacted]
Would it be possible to request further information about the product and the circumstances that resulted in the issue as it would greatly assist in our understanding / investigation.
· What product from the One Direction range was this? (Bedside lamp / Clip on bunk light / desk light? Etc...)
· Was the item using battery power or mains power?
· If using mains power, did you use an adaptor? (this will depend on the product type as to whether an adaptor is applicable or not)
· What light bulb was used in the product?
· Age of child
· What happened?
Your email says it ‘caught fire’ if you could provide more details that would be appreciated (i.e.; cable / lamp / was there flames? Blackening???)
I think this answers every question:
Lina's Bedside Light
My daughter's clip-on bunk light from her very favourite band
gave solace in the night-time when darkness ruled the land.
She put it on at one a.m. when the parents were in bed
and chatted on the internet with earphones on her head.
At three a.m. She smelled a smell that smelled of burning acid
(a memory of chemistry though specifics were sporadic.)
She looked around her bedroom and her gaze was caught by flames
appearing from the One-D lamp but with eighteen year-old brains,
she photographed the little blues that flickered in the base
and sent a snapchat to her friend who lived in Inner Space.
Unplugging lamp from socket the adaptor seemed okay
and the LED lights faded as the power went away.
The little fire kept flickering – another snapchap sent
“You'd better call someone,” said friend, “a firegirl or gent.”
“My parents are asleep,” she said. “I dare not wake them up;
they've worked all day and night and can never get enough
sleep. What shall I do before the house burns down complete?”
“Open up the window, then, and throw it in the street.”
“I dare not throw it on the lawn in case it catches fire
I'll toss it out the back door where the yard contains the pyre.”
But parental units long in bed, the back door locked up tight
and so she used the cat flap and threw it to the night.
Her bedroom filled with toxic smells, she opened up the window
and almost froze to death after escaping the inferno.
At least she wrote a note on towel, attached it to the kettle
to make her parents proud their lass had shown such heavy mettle.
Regards,
© Rachel Green 2015
Thank you for stopping by
flint church
full of shadows
and whispers from locals
about the visitor in town.
Black skin.
© Rachel Green 2015
lazy crow
bare-branch scolding
warm feathers
© Rachel Green 2015
let's not talk
let's just lie here
touching in silence
You are so beautiful
but I hate your accent
© Rachel Green 2015
do you ever wonder
if vertical contrails
are nuclear warheads
and two white lines
against a blue winter sky
is the last thing you'll see?
No? Just me, then.
© Rachel Green 2015
She breaks a nail. He laughs.
© Rachel Green 2015
full of shadows
and whispers from locals
about the visitor in town.
Black skin.
© Rachel Green 2015
lazy crow
bare-branch scolding
warm feathers
© Rachel Green 2015
let's not talk
let's just lie here
touching in silence
You are so beautiful
but I hate your accent
© Rachel Green 2015
do you ever wonder
if vertical contrails
are nuclear warheads
and two white lines
against a blue winter sky
is the last thing you'll see?
No? Just me, then.
© Rachel Green 2015
She breaks a nail. He laughs.
© Rachel Green 2015
Daily for 28th December 2015
wing-ding or wing ding [wing-ding] noun, Slang.
1. a noisy, exciting celebration or party.
2. a fit, either induced by drugs or feigned.
3. a fit of anger; a rage.
her invitation
to the wing-ding of the year
etched on an E tab
Walked into town with Lu. Forgot to pick up my meds.
Facebook Haiku
December 28 faux
biker chick
faux leather jacket
black ice
for NaHaiWriMo
Did some more adjustments to yesterday's carpentry. Painting.
Something that made me smile today:
Port and cheese with DK and Lu
Watched 'Suffragette' with Lu. Very good indeed.
Written today:
buggrit. I have no excuses.
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. a noisy, exciting celebration or party.
2. a fit, either induced by drugs or feigned.
3. a fit of anger; a rage.
her invitation
to the wing-ding of the year
etched on an E tab
Walked into town with Lu. Forgot to pick up my meds.
Facebook Haiku
December 28 faux
biker chick
faux leather jacket
black ice
for NaHaiWriMo
Did some more adjustments to yesterday's carpentry. Painting.
Something that made me smile today:
Port and cheese with DK and Lu
Watched 'Suffragette' with Lu. Very good indeed.
Written today:
buggrit. I have no excuses.
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Monday 28 December 2015
Morning Poetry 28th December 2015
first day
she starts early
and finishes too late
for a celebratory meal
with Bryn
© Rachel Green 2015
brightening sky
above the cathedral
crows
© Rachel Green 2015
Yule gift
the money for a new game
from my grandchild
I feel a bit guilty accepting
as I'm not ready to play it
© Rachel Green 2015
fading light
power tool carpentry
in the garden
In an effort to finish
I forget a vital detail
from careful measurement
maximum width exceeded
© Rachel Green 2015
cut finger. the wound turns black.
© Rachel Green 2015
she starts early
and finishes too late
for a celebratory meal
with Bryn
© Rachel Green 2015
brightening sky
above the cathedral
crows
© Rachel Green 2015
Yule gift
the money for a new game
from my grandchild
I feel a bit guilty accepting
as I'm not ready to play it
© Rachel Green 2015
fading light
power tool carpentry
in the garden
In an effort to finish
I forget a vital detail
from careful measurement
maximum width exceeded
© Rachel Green 2015
cut finger. the wound turns black.
© Rachel Green 2015
Sunday 27 December 2015
Daily 27th December 2015
abdominous [ab-dom-uh-nuh s] adjective
1. having a large belly; potbellied.
regretfully reaching
abdominous middle age
I vow to do better
Facebook Haiku
December 27 exhilaration
snow drifts
an excited dog
barking
for NaHaiWriMo
The day spent doing joinery jobs in the bedroom (shelves, spacers etc)
Something that made me smile today:
Not so much DIY as FIY
Walked into town to post parcels but left my purse at home. Drat.
Written today:
aargh
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. having a large belly; potbellied.
regretfully reaching
abdominous middle age
I vow to do better
Facebook Haiku
December 27 exhilaration
snow drifts
an excited dog
barking
for NaHaiWriMo
The day spent doing joinery jobs in the bedroom (shelves, spacers etc)
Something that made me smile today:
Not so much DIY as FIY
Walked into town to post parcels but left my purse at home. Drat.
Written today:
aargh
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Morning, 27th December 2015
Sunday
Everyone goes
to the Methodist church
even the new teacher at school.
Whispers.
© Rachel Green 2015
blackbirds
checking under leaves
hard-working worms
© Rachel Green 2015
quiet house
the other kids away
just for today
I have a list of jobs
requiring attention
© Rachel Green 2015
a long list
of lesbian movies
with a basic critique
I try to find some
that look most promising
minority audience
none are on Netflix
© Rachel Green 2015
alone at last. Her power tools.
© Rachel Green 2015
Everyone goes
to the Methodist church
even the new teacher at school.
Whispers.
© Rachel Green 2015
blackbirds
checking under leaves
hard-working worms
© Rachel Green 2015
quiet house
the other kids away
just for today
I have a list of jobs
requiring attention
© Rachel Green 2015
a long list
of lesbian movies
with a basic critique
I try to find some
that look most promising
minority audience
none are on Netflix
© Rachel Green 2015
alone at last. Her power tools.
© Rachel Green 2015
Saturday 26 December 2015
Daily 26th December 2015
bonhomie [bon-uh-mee, bon-uh-mee; French baw-naw-mee] noun
1. frank and simple good-heartedness; a good-natured manner; friendliness; geniality.
walking dogs
neighbourhood bonhomie
in 'Good Mornings'
photo by DK
Facebook Haiku
December 26 galaxy
four o'clock
in the Triffid nebula
a star called 'Jasfoup'
for NaHaiWriMo
My grandson and his g/f gave me £40 to buy 'Fallout 4" with. Very kind of them, although I'm mired in ESO at present.
Something that made me smile today:
Good friends, good company.
Boat race in Matlock Bath, dreadful chips and home for 2:00. Several friends dropped round.
Written today:
nothing again
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. frank and simple good-heartedness; a good-natured manner; friendliness; geniality.
walking dogs
neighbourhood bonhomie
in 'Good Mornings'
photo by DK
Facebook Haiku
December 26 galaxy
four o'clock
in the Triffid nebula
a star called 'Jasfoup'
for NaHaiWriMo
My grandson and his g/f gave me £40 to buy 'Fallout 4" with. Very kind of them, although I'm mired in ESO at present.
Something that made me smile today:
Good friends, good company.
Boat race in Matlock Bath, dreadful chips and home for 2:00. Several friends dropped round.
Written today:
nothing again
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Morning Poetry 26th December 2015
a gift
for all seasons
if she'd hadn't gone home
to spend the holiday with her
parents
© Rachel Green 2015
lightening sky
a glimpse of sunshine
gathering clouds
© Rachel Green 2015
cold room
and a thin duvet
warm bed
the after effect
of sprouts for dinner
© Rachel Green 2015
beautiful teapot
handmade in stoneware
with woodash raku
it stands out
at the best present of the day
even more than a star
named 'Jasfoup'
© Rachel Green 2015
Warm and tired but too busy
© Rachel Green 2015
for all seasons
if she'd hadn't gone home
to spend the holiday with her
parents
© Rachel Green 2015
lightening sky
a glimpse of sunshine
gathering clouds
© Rachel Green 2015
cold room
and a thin duvet
warm bed
the after effect
of sprouts for dinner
© Rachel Green 2015
beautiful teapot
handmade in stoneware
with woodash raku
it stands out
at the best present of the day
even more than a star
named 'Jasfoup'
© Rachel Green 2015
Warm and tired but too busy
© Rachel Green 2015
Daily 25th December 2015
munificence [myoo-nif-uh-suh ns]
1. the quality of being munificent, or showing unusual generosity:
The museum's collection was greatly increased by the munificence of the family's gift.
Sometimes, munificentness.
buying redemption
a munificence lavished
on a greedy church
Facebook Haiku
December 25: Xmas
my mother's chi
X for the Greek 'Χριστός'
meaning 'Christ'
for NaHaiWriMo
Mad family morning.
Something that made me smile today:
A new teapot! Plus a weekend in Torquay and a star named after Jasfoup
Editing all afternoon while DK cooked.
Gaming in the evening.
Written today:
Dear Little Poppet (10K Edited) and put up as a gift on Facebook and Blogger.
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. the quality of being munificent, or showing unusual generosity:
The museum's collection was greatly increased by the munificence of the family's gift.
Sometimes, munificentness.
buying redemption
a munificence lavished
on a greedy church
Facebook Haiku
December 25: Xmas
my mother's chi
X for the Greek 'Χριστός'
meaning 'Christ'
for NaHaiWriMo
Mad family morning.
Something that made me smile today:
A new teapot! Plus a weekend in Torquay and a star named after Jasfoup
Editing all afternoon while DK cooked.
Gaming in the evening.
Written today:
Dear Little Poppet (10K Edited) and put up as a gift on Facebook and Blogger.
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Friday 25 December 2015
Dear Little Poppet
A holiday gift for lovers of The Laverstone Chronicles. I wrote "Dear Little Poppet" after "An Ungodly Child" but before AUC was published. I've spent the afternoon editing this short story for your enjoyment.
Dear Little Poppet (10,000 words)
clicky:
.mobi (for Kindle): https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15648165/Rachel%20Green%20Dear%20Little%20Poppet%20-%20Rachel%20Green.mobi
Morning Poetry 25th December 2015
Bernie
in a new suit
given by his brother.
He declines the Top Girl voucher
Da gave.
© Rachel Green 2015
golden ivy
tumbling over the wall
robin red-breast
© Rachel Green 2015
new beds
the dogs denied access
dog beds
a few false starts
before they settle
© Rachel Green 2015
dog walking
the one day of the year
where people smile back
except for one woman
who doesn't pick up
after her labrador.
She scurries away
© Rachel Green 2015
The morning after Christmas Eve. Tired.
© Rachel Green 2015
in a new suit
given by his brother.
He declines the Top Girl voucher
Da gave.
© Rachel Green 2015
golden ivy
tumbling over the wall
robin red-breast
© Rachel Green 2015
new beds
the dogs denied access
dog beds
a few false starts
before they settle
© Rachel Green 2015
dog walking
the one day of the year
where people smile back
except for one woman
who doesn't pick up
after her labrador.
She scurries away
© Rachel Green 2015
The morning after Christmas Eve. Tired.
© Rachel Green 2015
Thursday 24 December 2015
Daily 24th December 2015
merrythought [mer-ee-thawt] noun, Chiefly British.
1. the wishbone or furcula of a fowl.
Christmas relatives
arguments turn to brawls to
pull the merrythought
Facebook Haiku
December 24: pixie
morning light
through window-hung prisms
fleeting rainbows
for NaHaiWriMo
A very wet trip into town for a couple of odds and ends and a pair of curtains that have to go back.
Something that made me smile today:
DK and Lu and Lina getting the presents, the food and the wrapping done.
The afternoon spent DIYing. The shelf at the back of the bed, a shelf in my room, repairing the serious design flaw in the beds and a shelf in Lina's room.
Written today:
nowt
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. the wishbone or furcula of a fowl.
Christmas relatives
arguments turn to brawls to
pull the merrythought
Facebook Haiku
December 24: pixie
morning light
through window-hung prisms
fleeting rainbows
for NaHaiWriMo
A very wet trip into town for a couple of odds and ends and a pair of curtains that have to go back.
Something that made me smile today:
DK and Lu and Lina getting the presents, the food and the wrapping done.
The afternoon spent DIYing. The shelf at the back of the bed, a shelf in my room, repairing the serious design flaw in the beds and a shelf in Lina's room.
Written today:
nowt
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Morning Poetry 24th December 2015
tempted
to follow him
and see just where he goes
maybe warn his new lady friend
he drinks
© Rachel Green 2015
wet tarmac
under a pool of rainwater
drowned worms
© Rachel Green 2015
editing
a short story
as a ebook gift
Dear Little Poppet
is seriously dated.
© Rachel Green 2015
Christmas Eve
jobs for today include
wrapping gifts
and hanging shelves
and perhaps making a box
to hold Lu's toys
if the rain holds off
© Rachel Green 2015
she tries hard to forget something
© Rachel Green 2015
to follow him
and see just where he goes
maybe warn his new lady friend
he drinks
© Rachel Green 2015
wet tarmac
under a pool of rainwater
drowned worms
© Rachel Green 2015
editing
a short story
as a ebook gift
Dear Little Poppet
is seriously dated.
© Rachel Green 2015
Christmas Eve
jobs for today include
wrapping gifts
and hanging shelves
and perhaps making a box
to hold Lu's toys
if the rain holds off
© Rachel Green 2015
she tries hard to forget something
© Rachel Green 2015
Wednesday 23 December 2015
Daily 23rd Dec
festoon [fe-stoon] noun
1. a string or chain of flowers, foliage, ribbon, etc., suspended in a curve between two points.
2. a decorative representation of this, as in architectural work or on pottery.
3. a fabric suspended, draped, and bound at intervals to form graceful loops or scalloped folds.
4. Dentistry. the garlandlike area of the gums surrounding the necks of the teeth.
verb (used with object)
5. to adorn with or as with festoons:
to festoon a hall.
6. to form into festoons:
to festoon flowers and leaves.
7. Dentistry. to reproduce natural gum patterns around the teeth or a denture.
8. to connect by festoons.
She festoons the hall
with wreaths and dry cadavers.
Cantankerous cunt.
PHONE VET Trickster. All is well. New prescription received.
Facebook Haiku
12/23 sphynx
unexpected riddle
of who ate all the butter?
paw prints
for NaHaiWriMo
Into town with Lu. Extension leads and dogbeds.
Something that made me smile today:
DK's pleasure at the new bed
Painting furniture.
Sawing my finger (I kid thee not)
gaming.
Written today:
nothing
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. a string or chain of flowers, foliage, ribbon, etc., suspended in a curve between two points.
2. a decorative representation of this, as in architectural work or on pottery.
3. a fabric suspended, draped, and bound at intervals to form graceful loops or scalloped folds.
4. Dentistry. the garlandlike area of the gums surrounding the necks of the teeth.
verb (used with object)
5. to adorn with or as with festoons:
to festoon a hall.
6. to form into festoons:
to festoon flowers and leaves.
7. Dentistry. to reproduce natural gum patterns around the teeth or a denture.
8. to connect by festoons.
She festoons the hall
with wreaths and dry cadavers.
Cantankerous cunt.
PHONE VET Trickster. All is well. New prescription received.
Facebook Haiku
12/23 sphynx
unexpected riddle
of who ate all the butter?
paw prints
for NaHaiWriMo
Into town with Lu. Extension leads and dogbeds.
Something that made me smile today:
DK's pleasure at the new bed
Painting furniture.
Sawing my finger (I kid thee not)
gaming.
Written today:
nothing
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Afternoon Poetry 23rd December 2015
her dad
out on the piss
with his fancy lady
though nobody's actually
met her
© Rachel Green 2015
bright moon
waxing, gibbous
foraging fox
© Rachel Green 2015
Disney plasters
arrive for reviewing
sudden need
I saw the end of my finger
Mickey stops the bleeding
© Rachel Green 2015
black mascara
takes me back to my Punk days
when I was lovely
The definition of a good night
was last night's mascara today.
© Rachel Green 2015
alas, days later, an upset stomach
© Rachel Green 2015
out on the piss
with his fancy lady
though nobody's actually
met her
© Rachel Green 2015
bright moon
waxing, gibbous
foraging fox
© Rachel Green 2015
Disney plasters
arrive for reviewing
sudden need
I saw the end of my finger
Mickey stops the bleeding
© Rachel Green 2015
black mascara
takes me back to my Punk days
when I was lovely
The definition of a good night
was last night's mascara today.
© Rachel Green 2015
alas, days later, an upset stomach
© Rachel Green 2015
Tuesday 22 December 2015
Daily 22nd December 2015
irenic or irenical [ahy-ren-ik, ahy-ree-nik] adjective
1. tending to promote peace or reconciliation; peaceful or conciliatory.
old man, ninety-eight
wins the lottery. Donates.
he's so irenic
Facebook Haiku
December 22: axe
shivering tree
felled for the twice-warmth
displaced crow
for NaHaiWriMo
New bed building. Shopping with Lu
Something that made me smile today:
New beds! New bedclothes!
gaming
Written today:
nada
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. tending to promote peace or reconciliation; peaceful or conciliatory.
old man, ninety-eight
wins the lottery. Donates.
he's so irenic
Facebook Haiku
December 22: axe
shivering tree
felled for the twice-warmth
displaced crow
for NaHaiWriMo
New bed building. Shopping with Lu
Something that made me smile today:
New beds! New bedclothes!
gaming
Written today:
nada
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Poetry: 22nd December 2015
night graves
the glowing tip
of a cigarette in
the porch darkness of a flint church
bargains
© Rachel Green 2015
howling wind
the vertical vapour trail of a rocket
© Rachel Green 2015
standing
in the market rain
taking cover
three old ladies on scooters
sharing a cigarette lighter
© Rachel Green 2015
last check of mail
before I head to bed
already past midnight
no internet connection
unplug and rewire the routers
I try everything
global Sky outage
© Rachel Green 2015
too much activity. Her dinner returns.
© Rachel Green 2015
the glowing tip
of a cigarette in
the porch darkness of a flint church
bargains
© Rachel Green 2015
howling wind
the vertical vapour trail of a rocket
© Rachel Green 2015
standing
in the market rain
taking cover
three old ladies on scooters
sharing a cigarette lighter
© Rachel Green 2015
last check of mail
before I head to bed
already past midnight
no internet connection
unplug and rewire the routers
I try everything
global Sky outage
© Rachel Green 2015
too much activity. Her dinner returns.
© Rachel Green 2015
Monday 21 December 2015
Daily 21st December 2015
[gas-truh-nohm] noun
1. a connoisseur of good food; gourmet; epicure.
Also, gastronomer [ga-stron-uh-mer], gastronomist
avid gastronomes
gorge annually at the
Queen's Christmas Blowout
Facebook Haiku
12/21 six
no gold from
congregating magpies
double funeral
for NaHaiWriMo
Some stuff on ebay had sold for pitiful amounts so I boxed those up and printed the postage (double printed one and wiped out all profit for the day).
Tip run with Lu. Two mattresses, the bedroom carpet, a bag of wire and two bin bags. Then into town for the bank (Lu) and the post office (me) and some groceries. I waited in the rain for Lu's appointment to finish. More grocery shopping followed by a trip to Ashgate hospice to look for new chests of drawers. No luck but Lu got me a new computer desk chair.
Something that made me smile today:
new chair
lunch, writing (sleeping) gaming, bed assembly (one of three)
more gaming before bed
Written today:
poem -
Gilded Cage (500)
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. a connoisseur of good food; gourmet; epicure.
Also, gastronomer [ga-stron-uh-mer], gastronomist
avid gastronomes
gorge annually at the
Queen's Christmas Blowout
Facebook Haiku
12/21 six
no gold from
congregating magpies
double funeral
for NaHaiWriMo
Some stuff on ebay had sold for pitiful amounts so I boxed those up and printed the postage (double printed one and wiped out all profit for the day).
Tip run with Lu. Two mattresses, the bedroom carpet, a bag of wire and two bin bags. Then into town for the bank (Lu) and the post office (me) and some groceries. I waited in the rain for Lu's appointment to finish. More grocery shopping followed by a trip to Ashgate hospice to look for new chests of drawers. No luck but Lu got me a new computer desk chair.
Something that made me smile today:
new chair
lunch, writing (sleeping) gaming, bed assembly (one of three)
more gaming before bed
Written today:
poem -
Gilded Cage (500)
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Poetry: 21st December 2015
grave walk
quiet sepulchers
lead to overgrown plots
and the simplicity of stone.
Boulder
© Rachel Green 2015
chill wind
through the bare branches
the sound of violins
© Rachel Green 2015
the fug
of overindulgence
cinema night
star wars seven
popcorn and ice cream
© Rachel Green 2015
small gathering
brings lots of people
to the house
a reading circle
in the crowded study
how to write novels
counting the dice in the jar
© Rachel Green 2015
new chair. she sleeps through writing
© Rachel Green 2015
quiet sepulchers
lead to overgrown plots
and the simplicity of stone.
Boulder
© Rachel Green 2015
chill wind
through the bare branches
the sound of violins
© Rachel Green 2015
the fug
of overindulgence
cinema night
star wars seven
popcorn and ice cream
© Rachel Green 2015
small gathering
brings lots of people
to the house
a reading circle
in the crowded study
how to write novels
counting the dice in the jar
© Rachel Green 2015
new chair. she sleeps through writing
© Rachel Green 2015
Sunday 20 December 2015
Morning Poetry: 20th December 2015
one baby
sent to his grave
with his headbone bashed in
the other taken into care.
Poor Mum
© Rachel Green 2015
open sky
the solitary flight of a crow
© Rachel Green 2015
Star Wars tickets
for the fancy screen
in Derby
She'd rather watch it
in her local fleapit
© Rachel Green 2015
all day
laying a floor
white laminate
seven hours
leaves us aching
but satisfied
not enough beading
© Rachel Green 2015
Changes coming. She fears the future.
© Rachel Green 2015
sent to his grave
with his headbone bashed in
the other taken into care.
Poor Mum
© Rachel Green 2015
open sky
the solitary flight of a crow
© Rachel Green 2015
Star Wars tickets
for the fancy screen
in Derby
She'd rather watch it
in her local fleapit
© Rachel Green 2015
all day
laying a floor
white laminate
seven hours
leaves us aching
but satisfied
not enough beading
© Rachel Green 2015
Changes coming. She fears the future.
© Rachel Green 2015
Saturday 19 December 2015
poetry: 19th December 2015
his deal
to have more kids;
for his wife to have more
and make their life even better
backfires
© Rachel Green 2015
dog food
left on the kitchen floor
winter slugs
© Rachel Green 2015
stripping the floor
all the carpet cut into pieces
rolled for removal
its being replaced with laminate
and dog-nail clicking
© Rachel Green 2015
The spare room
full of furniture
from the bedroom
DK's office
full of boxes
from the bedroom
The landing full of toys
© Rachel Green 2015
A day of floor laying. Joy.
© Rachel Green 2015
to have more kids;
for his wife to have more
and make their life even better
backfires
© Rachel Green 2015
dog food
left on the kitchen floor
winter slugs
© Rachel Green 2015
stripping the floor
all the carpet cut into pieces
rolled for removal
its being replaced with laminate
and dog-nail clicking
© Rachel Green 2015
The spare room
full of furniture
from the bedroom
DK's office
full of boxes
from the bedroom
The landing full of toys
© Rachel Green 2015
A day of floor laying. Joy.
© Rachel Green 2015
Daily: 18th December 2015
eudemonic or eudaemonic [yoo-di-mon-ik] adjective
1. pertaining or conducive to happiness.
2. pertaining to eudemonics or eudemonism.
polyamory's
eudemonic principle:
honestly, always
Facebook Haiku
December 18 hex
bird skulls
mounted on bamboo poles
winter salad
for NaHaiWriMo
Something that made me smile today:
pizza :) I'm so shallow.
Morning doing odd jobs, afternoon clearing the bedroom, ripping up the carpet and laying the under-laminate pads.
Written today:
poem -
Gilded Cage (250)
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. pertaining or conducive to happiness.
2. pertaining to eudemonics or eudemonism.
polyamory's
eudemonic principle:
honestly, always
Facebook Haiku
December 18 hex
bird skulls
mounted on bamboo poles
winter salad
for NaHaiWriMo
Something that made me smile today:
pizza :) I'm so shallow.
Morning doing odd jobs, afternoon clearing the bedroom, ripping up the carpet and laying the under-laminate pads.
Written today:
poem -
Gilded Cage (250)
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Friday 18 December 2015
Midnight Crossroad
“Is that you?” Jac
felt behind him for the comfort of the signpost's metal rod. Despite
his greased hair and man-about-village laissez faire, the bravado he
generally displayed was severely lacking when it came to meeting a
strange man at the only crossroads in Polroun in the middle of the
night.
“That rather depends
upon who you were expecting.” Ebon skin all but vanished under the
starlight. In addition to the other stipulations, Mr Asfou had
specified the night of the new moon.
Jag swallowed his fear
and left the comfort of cold iron. “Are you really the devil?”
“The devil?
No. Merely an associate with Power of Infernery.”
“But you can grant my
wishes?”
“A wish, I think we
established. Singular.”
“Yes.” Jac wiped
his hand over his hair. A nervous gesture, he knew, and he wiped the
Brylcream off on his trousers. “All right, then, I'm game.”
“Excellent.” The
man produced a sheaf of paperwork and held out a pen. “Just sign
here.”
“Where? I can't see
anything. Have you got a torch?”
“Does a witch need
burning?” White teeth flashed and Jac felt his hand guided to the
paper. He signed his name, hoping his pen was in the right spot.”
“Excellent.” The
paperwork was tucked away and the stranger turned to leave.
“What... What about
my wish.”
“Go home to your
wife, sir. She'll be pregnant by morning.”
Poetry: 18th December
he makes
racist comments
but he meant no offense.
Plenty taken, thanks very much.
Dickwad.
© Rachel Green 2015
field rodent
finds a hole in the wall
house mouse
© Rachel Green 2015
angry drivers
fighting for spaces
on double-yellow lines
The traffic wardens
having a best day ever
© Rachel Green 2015
post office queue
winds around and out the door
seething customers
the queue for the autotellers
is almost as long
and then one breaks down
I should have queued
© Rachel Green 2015
hungry. The deliciousness of an apple.
© Rachel Green 2015
racist comments
but he meant no offense.
Plenty taken, thanks very much.
Dickwad.
© Rachel Green 2015
field rodent
finds a hole in the wall
house mouse
© Rachel Green 2015
angry drivers
fighting for spaces
on double-yellow lines
The traffic wardens
having a best day ever
© Rachel Green 2015
post office queue
winds around and out the door
seething customers
the queue for the autotellers
is almost as long
and then one breaks down
I should have queued
© Rachel Green 2015
hungry. The deliciousness of an apple.
© Rachel Green 2015
Thursday 17 December 2015
Daily 17th December 2015
jocular [jok-yuh-ler] adjective
1. given to, characterized by, intended for, or suited to joking or jesting; waggish; facetious:
jocular remarks about opera stars.
jocular comments
about eating at Subway.
She resigned last month
Bulbs flowering already?
Facebook Haiku
December 17 minx
crying cat
forgets which pink blob is which.
already fed.
for NaHaiWriMo
Something that made me smile today:
Chatting to a lady with two German Shepherds
Writing, gaming
Written today:
poem -
Gilded Cage (+1000)
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
1. given to, characterized by, intended for, or suited to joking or jesting; waggish; facetious:
jocular remarks about opera stars.
jocular comments
about eating at Subway.
She resigned last month
Bulbs flowering already?
Facebook Haiku
December 17 minx
crying cat
forgets which pink blob is which.
already fed.
for NaHaiWriMo
Something that made me smile today:
Chatting to a lady with two German Shepherds
Writing, gaming
Written today:
poem -
Gilded Cage (+1000)
You've been reading Of Literary Bent. I thank you.
Experiment: Losing the love for Livejournal
ethnic kids
from a white dad
his wife's been unfaithful
but it was him who wanted them
devil
© Rachel Green 2015
bright spot
in layers of cloud
spiral galaxies
© Rachel Green 2015
Yodel van man
collecting parcels
unsuitable drawers
Didn't I deliver these
the other day?
© Rachel Green 2015
plot twists
explored in cinquains
discoveries
first draft
becomes second, third;
ever more complex
this is why I rewrite
© Rachel Green 2015
lack of exercise. she gets fat.
© Rachel Green 2015
from a white dad
his wife's been unfaithful
but it was him who wanted them
devil
© Rachel Green 2015
bright spot
in layers of cloud
spiral galaxies
© Rachel Green 2015
Yodel van man
collecting parcels
unsuitable drawers
Didn't I deliver these
the other day?
© Rachel Green 2015
plot twists
explored in cinquains
discoveries
first draft
becomes second, third;
ever more complex
this is why I rewrite
© Rachel Green 2015
lack of exercise. she gets fat.
© Rachel Green 2015
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