Soft as a PETAL
I STOLE a glance
Just a little one
Through the FILET
Curtain – I gasp at
The beauty of
The world
Georg’ann
Maternal Grandmother
Vida was a force,
a Hollywood style vixen
well into her eighties.
Thin, yet never FRAIL.
Oft dressed in high heels
and a wide brimmed hat.
Sleek lined clothes, twinkling
green eyes, creamy soft skin.
Unlined without
fillers, toxins, or tucks.
She liked blackjack
and the racetrack.
Enjoyed many a FLING,
kept a champagne bucket
next to her kingsize bed.
The FIELD was well played.
Always in charge, she was
never a FILET to be taken
by hungry beasts.
Heather
In yesterday’s writing, the weather leech (Ophélie) was inaccurately attributed to Georg’ann. It was Heather who wrote that piece. Though it was with Georg’ann that Ophélie was first seen!
Here it is again:
Walking past a Parisian shop window
there was a PLAIN glass jar
filled with water and, to us,
much FOLLY in weather prediction.
This simple device measured
the barometric LEVEL
by means of a floating LEECH.
Wherever this gelatinous worm
rested within its small, wet world
gave indication of how much
moisture we could expect in ours.