The A to Z of the Apocalypse

Atrocity is a wall of thorns artless
Bluebottles smashing against glass fall
Comatose to my window ledge making
Death their next great adventure
Escape to shit scented nirvanas
Filled with lost winged kin and divine
Garbage heaps piss-fountains free from
Human malevolence effervescent
Incandescence and decay so promising
Knowledge is an act of sabotage not
Limitless power but a weapon
Mother warned me about the elitist
Noah and his treachery for not
One soul is more holy than another
Paradise is an orange wasteland where
Quicksand and alligators devour
Revolutionaries with their fiery
Socks and fondness for the insignificant
Turtle neck sweaters may be aesthetically
Unpleasing but they conceal the frogs in
Virtuous throats destined to cause alarm on
Wet Wednesdays when there are no boats
Xpected but gin is being served at Erith
Yacht club as waves lap and lightening
Zaps the three wise monkeys at the door.

 

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Fire and Water

I love…

the smell

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…of candle wax

in the evening.

 

Constant rain crashing from black skies has kept me indoors for the last two days.  The stream adjacent to my garden burst its banks yesterday and flooded the field.  I’ve watched anxiously as water levels rose higher and higher getting dangerously close.  My home has been flooded twice in the past so I know the full horror and helplessness  of that experience.  My stress levels have been rising along with the water.

Tonight it was a comfort to light candles in a home that has survived another day.  And to be grateful that I am still warm and dry in my sanctuary.