I licked a metal gate once in the dead of an Ontario winter. I think I was eight. Wouldn’t have happened if I could have been biking but the snow was over my knees. I don’t lick gates or windows anymore. But I still sometimes want to. Just to see if the Sea of Tranquility can exist without a bike, lol Nice work, M.
a happy new year to ya! from the moon view of things,
but no ritual required,
just an orbital thing and apples dipped in honey.
It’s a small death-and-birth paid for by the flip of old shillings.
my happy new year to you still stands…and dances.
your blog is amazing… feasting on it
Eat it slowly, Liana, treat it as your own personal buffet.
Marie–I am entranced by this!
I’m imagining you sitting, looking at the screen, as though mesmerised.
I WAS!
trying to take the sea of tranquillity on his tongue…so good
Claudia, when *you* compliment my poetry I am praised.
Oh that last image is just amazing…and perfect!
Thanks!
I’m seeing my monsters licking my windows, oh no it is September, let the window licking commence! Loved this one
Funny, y’know… my mind only turned to Gruff & Co a few hours after I wrote this!
heh heh, made me chuckle!
I licked a metal gate once in the dead of an Ontario winter. I think I was eight. Wouldn’t have happened if I could have been biking but the snow was over my knees. I don’t lick gates or windows anymore. But I still sometimes want to. Just to see if the Sea of Tranquility can exist without a bike, lol
Nice work, M.
Suddenly I’m thinking Spielberg…