Selected a sliver, palest green,
from the side plate. Bit into it.
My teeth melted. The top of my head
blew off. I reached over, grabbed and
downed a complete stranger’s milkshake.
‘What was THAT?’ (when I could
breathe).‘Oh, a raw tabasco pepper.’
For the latest Monday Quadrille at dVerse, we are asked
to write 44 words, including 'pepper'.
I’m not sure if my dreams
are mirroring my life, or
my life my dreams – only
when I wake, fragments
of the fantastic are left with
me in those dim memories
from a busy night, also arise
new as I walk about my day.
Written for the Quadrille, 'Mirror, Mirror on the wall' at dVerse, and as one of the daily small poems I've set myself to write this year.
Today begins with the vet nurse
arriving early. Check-up day
for Poppi. I scoop her up
from the rug by the heater,
then guide her nose-first
into her cat-carry-cage
lined with my pyjamas
for their comforting smell.
My day without her becomes
directionless, unmapped.
Written to a prompt at DVerse, for a quadrille (a 44-word poem) including some form of the word 'map'.
