I'd Be

If I were a month I’d be April
If I were a day I’d be Tuesday
If I were a time of day I’d be Sunrise
If I were a planet I’d be Pluto
If I were a sea animal I’d be an anemone
If I were a direction I’d be west
If I were a piece of furniture I’d be a chair
If I were a liquid I’d be spring water

If I were a gem stone I’d be an amethyst
If I were a tree I’d be a chestnut
If I were a tool I’d be a plane
If I were a flower I’d be a tulip
If I were an element of weather I’d be a thunder storm
If I were a musical instrument I’d be a flute
If I were a colour I'd be blue
If I were an emotion I’d be content
If I were a fruit I’d be a starfruit
If I were a sound I’d be a waterfall
If I were an element I'd be fire
If I were a car I’d be a convertible
If I were a food I’d be chocolate
If I were a place I’d be Thailand

If I were a material I'd be burlap
If I were a taste I’d be sour
If I were a scent I’d be fushia (flower not colour)
If I were a body part I’d be fingers
If I were a song I’d be a classical composition
If I were a bird I'd be an eagle
If I were a gift I'd be music
If I were a city I'd be New York (but God knows why)
If I were a door I'd have a window
If I were a pair of shoes I’d be stilettos

If I were a poem I would be a sonnet

And what would you be?

Flash Fiction Friday in 55

He sheds all his clothes in the patio to surprise her.

She ducks behind the sofa with the rest of the guests waiting to shout "Surprise! Happy Anniversary!"

He sneaks into the hallway.

They take a collective breath.

He strides into the sitting room as they jump up.

He remembers why he hates surprise parties.

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Magpie Tales #8...Phoenix

The essence of a phoenix
if it could be captured
would be captured in an egg

A delicate shell on the outer
a beating heart within
A hooked beak to emerge
milky translucent skin

From the ashes of a life comes a life
From the kin of kin comes kin
An animal dies and decays
The phoenix comes from within

Here rise the phoenix! Rise til the end of days!
Death brings you, life takes you,
He works in mysterious ways

A house burns down,
stone scorches, people might die
from the ashes emerges a phoenix
who will navigate the sky

No use! No use man! To catch it is to err!
The phoenix lives! It dies!
It is an answered prayer

It carries the soul of the dead one
to the heavenly clouds above
A fleeting glance, a second's worth
And you have missed its flight of love

Like the Saviour on the cross,
the phoenix brings hope, (and, through strife,)
the forgiveness of sins
by rising from death to new life

This poem was inspired by the picture on the egg, and by the idea of the egg itself (and because it's Easter, the story of the Resurrection)

Three Word Thursday

absquatulate, v. to depart in a hurry; to die
vocitate, v. to name or call
malison, n. a curse

The witch hisses in a breath as she whirls around. She flings a gem at him and watces it ark toward him. She vocitates a malison under her breath, and smiles satisfactorily at the puff of smoke he makes as he absquatulates.


Okaaaay that was not supposed to be so short, but hey those were pretty hard words and shorter is harder (not always, but I'm saying YES it is).

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Reflections on Sheep in Cars

Short sheep driving! beep beep
look out! look out! the road is steep

They do not drive,
they cannot turn
They waste the gas
they'll never learn

The window is dirty
they don't even know
their little heads
are down below

Short sheep driving! beep beep
look out! look out! the road is steep

They don't stop for toilets
they just let loose!
In the back of the car
there's a duck and a goose

Sheep at the corner,
sheep at the store!
How did they get there?
There's more and more!

Short sheep driving! beep beep
look out! look out! the road is steep

Giving rides to everyone
Sheep cars on the road!
this car is full,
it's gonna explode!

Drug their food now!
Quicker than quick
Smile everyone
so they won't suspect a trick

Short sheep driving! beep....beep...
head on the horn; they're asleep!

Confiscate their keys
don't ever give them back
or we'll have another
short sheep attack!

This poem is not as random as it appears...next door there is a sheep in the car! Maybe to keep it warm, who knows? The car is out of use, parked in the yard, but still...confiscate their keys please!

NaPoWriMo...Day One

1. Put your iPod or iTunes (or other mp3 player) on shuffle. (If you don’t have a music player that shuffles, you can choose CD or album titles at random from your collection by writing several titles down on little slips of paper … works the same way.)
2. Write down the first five titles that come up. No cheating allowed!
3. Use all five titles to draft a new poem. They have to be used intact — you can interrupt them with punctuation, but you may not remove or change words.

We walked by the bridge
me and she, beautiful lover of mine

We watched the water flow
ramble on beneath the pines

We ate the lunch she made
and talked of love, that sweet emotion

We sailed our ship to China
crossed that deep deep ocean

She left while I lay napping
woken by the buzzing of the fly

I called her to ask where she was
She said it was fun, but goodbye

I said how about tomorrow?
'No. Accept it, life just isn't fair'

But she came anyways to the bridge and the river
We watched the clouds, the sunlight in her hair

She left again, but I knew she would return
Every day, to the river and the bridge

Tomorrow we would swim,
the next day climb the ridge

Free as birds, no commitments
Except to always call

Asking 'Where are you?'
nothing comes easy after all


My five titles:
Lover of Mine
The Fly
Nothing Comes Easy
Ramble On
Sweet Emotion

Theme Thursday

Bright cheery kitchen
with seventies decor
neon diner clock,
chequered linoleum floor.

'Sunny side up?'
'Yes please.'
(it's a chipped melamine plate
but the toast has melted cheese)

Sizzling skillet frying a full Irish*
City people thinking 'I wish...'

Past the skyscrapers they imagine...
They can see the country loam
smell the fields in their food
close their eyes and think of home

*A full Irish breakfast: eggs, rashers, sausages, black and white pudding, brown bread, porridge, toast, orange juice, a tomato, and more of the above


Theme Thursday, where interpretations run amok

{painting: yellow and gold by Mark Rothko}