A meeting in the backyard.
The bunny hops towards the smug ginger cat.
The cat takes a step forward, and the bunny remains steadfast.
The cat takes another step forward, ready to fight; the indomitable bunny hops over the cat, turns back, and giggles.
Le Chat
Le Chat is known internationally for decadent pastries and desserts.
Little do the customers know that the chefs and their staff consist of aliens with a hive mind.
Their planet no longer grows sugar cane and strawberries, so they invaded Earth for sugar and sweets.
Snow Forest
hypnotic snowflakes
a forest shrouded in my
warm winter dreaming
The Invitation
An invitation arrives for a white-tie party at Mr Windson’s chateau.
Flattered, Anna cannot resist the thought of doing something exciting.
On arrival, a man of impeccable manners greets her and says, “Who will you be tonight, the one with the power or the powerless?”
Thoughts of Italy
I walk on cobbled and chipped streets.
The smells and the sounds of Stresa and Baveno
on a warm Spring day, come back to me.
Prosciutto pizza with you under the
plain trees remind me of Lygon Street,
and I’m homesick for both.
A scarf of burnt orange moves in the breeze,
and the colour blends in with the architecture;
the sound of Paganini fades, and I’m alone.
A Frosty Morning
Empty beer bottles lay lonely and over-cuddled on the
kitchen table, the lounge room floor, and near the recycle bin.
Semi-naked and numb from the cold, you wake up next
to the love of your life, snoring deeply and looking deathly pale.
Unaware that your lover is waking up, you dash for the
toilet, have a quick wash, and start walking on the crunchy grass.
Waking up, you realise the robe chord is a bit loose and
there is more on display from the rear than you first thought.
The snapping sound seems distant, yet after thirty or so seconds,
you turn around to see your lover snapping your buns.
Initially pissed off, several semi-dark thoughts race through your
head until you let it all go, take your robe off, and pose.
The Hallway
An endless hallway,
masking a silent scream.
Running to the end,
moving so very, very slow.
A line of sunlight,
the walls are moving alive.
Walking into the sun,
feeling the springtime bloom.
Thinking all is swell,
looking around the hall as
they cast shadows on the wall.
The Coming of Winter
Teapot Face
Fucking angry.
Idle teapots hold the answer.
Hand in, punch out;
teapot face.
The Woods
Whispers from the woods
Whispering, ‘Come and play.’
Waking from a slumber,
setting out on an adventure.
While many feet move, the
woods hold still waiting.
When she enters the woods,
there are no feelings of malice.
Walking along to a song
she has never heard before.
Whispering sounds calm her
footsteps as they quicken.
Wise and tall, the old one stands
looking at her like her mum.
Wondering, she moves closer,
as the tree comes to life.
Windless leaves seem lifeless,
yet there is magic all around.
Walking through the entrance,
another world awaits
and the leaves of the old
world rustle and wave.
C & K 