The shy goods are awakening.
Raising their cloudy hackles,
Growling and sneering,
It's about to get ugly.
Tickle tickle,
Catch my fancy.
Flushed red like peonies,
Drooping like grannie's...
The Bathroom Poet
Monday, 19 September 2016
Saturday, 3 September 2016
Path of Light
A child holds her lantern up high as she approaches the cave.
Soft warm light glinting off the still surfaces of the underground lake, casting a silhouette upon the great stalactites and stalactites that lay beyond the gloom.
In silence, she knelt gently beside the lapping waves. Cradling the piece of jade bestowed upon her, she slowly lowered it down beneath the steely cold damp.
Contact with the lake stopped time, transforming the entirety of darkness into...
The Bathroom Poet
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