My nine year old wrote Of the pale moon gracefully Riding stallion clouds. I begged him for it That magical phrase, just to Say how proud I am.
Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral? We’re playing twenty questions And the boy can’t quite figure out If glass is one of the three Or none One or none Or some of all It’s mineral I say, without thinking But then I do think… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 18: Glass”
I had an idea For words In the middle of the night In vino veritas Perhaps But definitely In vino no memoriae. (For the love of cheese someone clean up my Latin! Please!)
I can’t stop thinking about it Living in my kitchen Sealed in its jar… Or so I thought. It crept out one night After we’d watched too much dark sci-fi And the bubbles were more meaningful than ever It crept out, right through the… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Twelve: The Starter”