Poem 880 – Cliffhanger

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The surging storm descends
with fury, fast and vicious,
fingers feeling every
creaking crevice. Tugging
limbs and ladder on the craft,
it threatens to upturn it,
throw it to the ground.
Lasers fire their furious
lights and slice through lashing
sky and shields alike.
Silhouetted soldiers
dance to dodge its death
their warring weapons raging
in return. Now pinned
between these violent forces,
race our rebel rogues
to meet uncertain ends…

A cracking space-opera RPG session tonight left our heroes caught up in the middle of an unpredictable conflict.
(13.05.26)

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Poem 879 – About Turn

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It started innocently enough,
you came in angry, feeling roughly
treated, but this was out of sight,
and I was ignorant. So tough,

you thought, to an imagined slight
and muscled up ready to fight!
I backed away, caught by surprise,
hastily trying to put things right.

Keep calm, I thought, and lowered my eyes
seeking to help you realise
that I wasn’t a threat to you at all
by paying attention to your replies.

Gradually the fire went out,
the fight became fresh shoots of doubt,
(had you really been rebuffed?)
the beginning of a turn about.

It was satisfying today to turn a tense situation into the start of a much better relationship.
(12.05.26)

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Poem 878 – The Endless Mountain

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Yesterday’s freezer has become
Today’s allocation of time,
No matter how much of it there is
There’s never enough to climb
Up to the summit, crest the wave,
To clear the endless email list,
To finish every job and task
Required to win the day, what bliss!

It’s been a busy day at the start of a busy week (I’m not complaining, in truth I like it this way!)
(11.05.26)

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Poem 877 – A Chilling Mystery

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The lure of mystery,
of hidden secrets layered,
deep beneath the surface.
The possibility of
threat and treasure leading
to wisdom’s epiphany.
Of gripping pulp adventures
epic expeditions,
and eldritch beasts to better.
But which do I get to face?
To pit my strength against
and struggle to resolve?
The puzzle of why there’s never
room within the freezer
no matter what’s removed…

A truth that applies to all forms of storage…
(10.05.26)

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Poem 876 – New River Path

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A refreshing summer stroll along the banks
of London’s Tap, the City’s river, bringing
water for the masses. The sun is out.
A gentle mandarin duck shows off her chicks,
a proud and tidy mother with her brood.
A cormorant smiles to show appreciation.
Winged insects dance above the flow amongst
the fuzzy seeds that snag upon sharp branches.
Alongside we walk and for a moment breathe.

This afternoon we enjoyed a lovely wander along the Enfield stretch of the New River Walk.
(09.05.26)

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Poem 874 – Placing My Cross

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Election day today and so
I place a cross inside a box.
As I grip the stubby pencil
it brings to mind another choice,
not in a temporary booth tucked in
a deserted primary school like this,
but outside a dusty city wall
where hung a man who cast his vote,
a cross marked with his crimson love.
His vote? A vote for all: for strangers,
friends and enemies, for those
we chose to love, and those we chose
to hate, and those we do not see.
A vote with open arms and cast
with generous vulnerability.
Placing my cross inside a box
I pray I won’t do that with his.

It’s the local elections today and it will be fascinating to see how they pan out, it all feels very different from usual. As seems to so often be the case, how we perceive and treat those who are different from ourselves seems to be very much an issue.
(07.05.26)

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Poem 873 – Plastic Surgery

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‘Sit still’ she said and went behind
me to investigate. A sharp
intake of breath. ‘This is not good,’
she uttered, ‘but do not be alarmed.’

A look of utter concentration.
She raised some pliers to my neck
and clenched her tongue between her teeth,
and started to repair defects.

The room went silent and all zoomed in
upon that point of crisis where
she worked. A range of focused grunts
accompanied her efforts. Care-

fully she reached for varied tools,
a saw, a wrench, hammer and drill
sometimes even two at once
and worked with dreadful haste until

exclaiming, ‘It is fixed!’ Stepping
back to view her handiwork
she placed her plastic tools aside
and called her Mum to come and look.

Mum just smiled and winked at me,
‘Her dad fancies himself as a bit
of a handyman,’ she laughed until…
she swung a wrench and hit her knee!

Toddler group today and the toy tools were out. Towards the end I became the source of quite an operation.
(06.05.26)

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