Grimbeau

Scroodles

Atacama

Grimbeau

Edge of desert

at a crossroads

break of day:

blue sky

black road

yellow land…

~

shaking hands

with Henderson,

saying thanks

 Henderson

for the truck ride:

three days

back now

still here.

~

Word came of a train

Train never came,

delayed by grain

hoppers

delayed by

open heart

surgery.

~

Toucan dismayed

shakes

sorry heavy head:

cracked yellow beak

blue

dismal eyes

~

jet black feathers.

Sheen

gleaming after

morning preening:

Glistening

 ~

Acute hearing

Jungle or desert canopy.

Adaptable toucan.

Sleeping penguins

dream of krill.

~

pungent lavender

five giant

clay pots

on the windowsill

casting white

shadows.

*

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Doors

The noose was too loose, the trap door was stuck.
‘Lydia Steptoe, you are by dint of serendipity, free to roam the earth, jejune and fancy free’
The voice removed the sack. It was Mr Kipling.
‘James Hayter?’
‘None other’ said James Hayter, glowing with avuncular warmth
‘Are you pulling my leg?’ said Lydia.
‘No, dear lady. The rules are clear as custard tarts. Now off you trot, and sorry for the cock-up.’
James Hayter doffed his manky indigo topper and indicated the door marked ‘Exit’
The lights went orange. The cluster of onlookers began to hop on their right legs. Lydia stepped down from the rickety scaffold and scuttled toward the door. Before pushing the bar she turned
‘For what was I condemned to hang, James Hayter?’
‘Wasting court time with mediocre card tricks’
‘Seems a bit harsh’, she thought nodding mock penitence

Outside it was dark. The cathedral bell rang six-fifteen. A hansom cab was waiting. The driver smiled a welcome. Lydia jumped in.
‘Where to, Lydia Steptoe?’, said the Cabby, ’My name is Sylvia Simms’
‘Houndslow, please, Sylvia Sims.’, said Lydia, ‘and don’t spare the horses.’
‘Right you are Ma’am’.
Sylvia cracked the whip, off they sped

Houndslow was beautiful. Lydia cried.
‘Here we are, Lydia Steptoe’, said Sylvia Simms opening the carriage door with consummate aplomb.
Lydia composed herself and blew her nose on the black satin curtain before jumping out. Sylvia caught her and they kissed at last.

Love hides in familiar faces.
Love hides in the strangest places

aeronaut

juggling knives blindfold
high wire walker minus 
safety network 
digital curtains tremble
snide comes before a fall
wolf howls a banshee
cunning stunts complete descent
to terror firmer


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