Very sadly, today
One of my breakfast bowls
Passed away
Along with two Weetabix
Looking so inbetween
As the sugar shaker
Like a mean machine
Pounced upon bowl
And contents
Including the milk
All fell to the floor
And quite simply
Were no more
My sugar shaker, i fear
Looking to be a cheap thriller
Has now become
A cereal killer
As i cast out
The broken remains
Into my flip top bin
I then committed the cardinal sin
And grabbing a fresh identical bowl
Seemingly uncaring, as to its soul
Nor for the newly departed
Weetabix dead
I decided to have
Shredded Wheat instead!

by Jemia

Night Of The Living Quack!

It was obviously difficult
At first
To distinguish
Betwixt a normal duck
And a zombie duck
Until they quacked
And their waddle
Gave them the appearance
Of an inebriated duck
And their quack
Sounded more like a quark
On their own
They were fairly harmless
But if surrounded by these beastly entities
A gang of zombie ducks
All quarking loudly
You could be in mortal danger
Of seemingly being squashed
By an insane eiderdown
Unless you were quick enough
To avoid the quaik
And duck down
Then you may simply
Quack up
The only known defense
Is to throw oranges at them
They have a mortal fear of oranges!
the end
fin

by Jemia

Shadows of the dead
Silhouetted on bare walls
Imprints of existence
Now devoid of flesh
And bones
Just ashen memories
Of forgotten souls
That drowned
In the flames
Of a nuclear strike
The dread
Of the dead
The lucky ones
Were still asleep
Their flame of life
Snuffed out
Like the flickers
Of a dying candle
Lost
Whilst in a dream
Not waking
To the reality
Of the nightmare
Befalling them
Death
Came easily
And cheaply
Yet was a high price
To pay
for peace

by Jemia

One early misty morning
Down a lonely country walk
I nearly came face, to face
With a slightly crazed looking
Young bullock
I took flight over a fence
And climbed part way up
A small tree
Clinging on for dear life
Watching
As the bullock
First kicked up some earth
Then roared, and bellowed madly
Whilst rearing up
But thankfully
Charged away from me
And after a short while
It's bellows were lost in the distance
I took heart
And nervously clamboured down
From my perch up the tree
The mist
Rather than lifting
With the onset of morning
Had thickened
And i realised
That i was completely lost
And could not even find the path
That had brought me here
So was completely disorientated
I heard a loud shriek
That set my heart racing
But i suspected, and hoped
That it was no more than a fox
Then to my horror
I could hear the bellows again
And the pounding hoofs of the bullock
Seemingly drawing closer
But such was the density
Of the now swirling mist
I was uncertain
As there seemed to be shadows
Everywhere
Like i was in a land
Of ghosts
I quickly decided
To seek out another tree
And climbed the first one i found
I checked my phone
And saw that it was now 10:37am
So i had only been here just over an hour
My phone was basic
And had no clever functions
Such as sat nav
But a good battery life
with little credit
And had no idea who to call
As i was feeling quite foolish
And couldn't remember the name of where i was
But then noticed i had no reception anyway
And just at that point
I could vaguely make out

As i entered another realm
Into a land of far away dreams
Where-in lay another reality
With talking turtles, and backward flowing streams

Kingfisher dragonflies
And flying fishing cats
A turquoise turtle abandons their shell
And totters around, in an flamboyant hat

And what of me?
Where do i fit in?
I am of course a butterfly
Singing a soft Madrigal, floating in the wind

My wings are made of charcoal
A strange flourescent red
I'm kissing the lips of a beautiful moth
As we lie within our feathered bed

We both give birth to baby clouds
That drift up to the sky
As we remain upon this earthy ground
We've forgotten how to fly

The sun now shines a purple hue
And there is laughter all around
The moth, and me, again embrace
Happy at a love profound

We carry on through the portal
As our wings return to arms
And though my moth is human again
She has lost nothing of her charms

For she is now a fairy queen
As beautiful as ever, and more
I become her favourite flower
As i blossom like never before

She now wears me in her hair
And kisses me every night
As the twilight twinkles in her eyes
Under the glowing moonlit light

by Jemia

I lay accused
Of much saucy sorcery
A comique travesty
Of injustice
Of lying with a mate
Of a wiccan witch
My plea lay before me
And yaye
Verily didst i say
He limply didst try
To have his way
And much awkwardness
Dids't follow
But i was much revolted
And disinclined to enjoy
As i was not the type
To have such sauciness
With any kind of boy
As he limply did
Try to lay
But was unable
Under such a fine table
To put on
Any kind of display
Where-in his goodly wife interjected
And saying i spoke troth
As he was so oft
To try any available broth
Where-in he was put in stocks
And was allowed
To keep on his socks
And i was duly cleared at the bench
And thereafter had frolics
With his goodly wiccan *****
For we were both thesbians
Or something of that ilk
And shared many a moment
Of curdling our milk

by Jemia

A strange cocktail
Dreams of romance
With a large dose of Covid
Both remind me
Of my vulnerability
And Loneliness
It's like falling into an abyss
An empty void
Of silent space
My heart bleeds
Into the ether
There seems no hope
Just this solitude
I find unable to bare
No embraces
To fill my heart
I am no more
Than a grain of sand
On an empty beach
Washed away
In a tide of emotions

by Jemia