Mary managed to concoct a three-line story about a vegan ‘imaginary creature’, who eats lettuce and clover. A two-line tale whose protagonist is a cow speculating on bovine past life regressions. A six-line piece about a fairy escaping a ‘fairy trap’ and trying to pass herself off a s a Borrower. Vegetarian vampires struggling with their addictions to blood, and Mary’s last story dealt with a woman in search of a gullible boyfriend (Perhaps she too was hungry for blood!). As you might expect, this microfiction was very short – one might say, if it had more flesh it would have been flash.
Floodwaters ooze from hedgerows and glisten
in the fields…
… The storm has passed
but in black and white its snapshots linger
till sodium orange sneaks beneath the lens.
Contributions this week included a poem about a mystical resurrection from Sadayo. In her poem, At the Narrow Path, she describes the cemetery at the bottom of the hill, where she notices mysterious:
…silk threads of white mist
floating over the shoulders of black hills.
In this poem, the dead dissolve back into the landscape and their particles ‘unlocked’ from the Earth rise to Heaven.
Heather wrote a letter from Gaia about the damage been done to the world through Hydraulic Fracturing (sometimes known as Fracking). She prophesies:
Time will gather up the sadness
Of the moving earth
This Wednesday in the Sound Studio, Liz finished the evening off Tongue in Cheek with her terrifying poem about modern dentistry. After having her jaw drilled into and her teeth bolted into place, she realizes the price of vanity. The only reason she goes through this is: .
So that, when I smile,
the children will think –
I’m a nice person,
And not an old witch