Wonder

Wonder

Wow”, Eve exclaimed, as she lingered on an unknown street on a piercing night,

Overwhelmed by the incredible stillness bar a hooting owl in the moonlight,

Numbed by her beautifully luminous view of the Sea of Tranquility,

Diving deeper, no wonder, into an ocean of vulnerability,

Elusive, like the moon, became her normally wonderful sense of danger,

Reality had escaped her, though nearby lurked an equally wonderstruck stranger…..

 

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A Lost Sheep’s Crossroads

A lost sheep's crossroads

There once was a sheep who was lackadaisical and clueless,

Though his home was bright green, all he could envisage was blueness,

He was sadly stuck under the dark cloud of a boss who was rather ruthless,

And his half-hearted efforts to escape him proved nothing but fruitless.

 

Until one day, by chance, he found himself at a major intersection,

Losing himself from the flock shone a light on his life’s imperfections,

And in the newfound peace, he heard a little inner voice of objection,

In his heart, he knew his life needed a new change of direction.

 

Just one brave step onto the road of independence changed a life for the better,

Instead of waiting to be found, he found his own strength in the way of a true go-getter,

Long gone is his woollen coat, now he proudly wears a tough coat of leather,

No longer lost in a passive rhythm of life, he can endure any kind of weather.

 

 

 

 

An American pipe dream

An American pipe dream

To combat the nocturnal river that stung her eyes, 

She would shut out her present reality and fantasise, 

Drifting off to the enchanting lights of New York under purple skies, 

All the Manhattan magic would be blurry and distant come sunrise… 

 

A young bright-eyed Kate had sought work as a maid, 

And soon found herself serving an English pair who fancied the odd tirade, 

But those beneath their standing in their manor were not worthy of an accolade, 

As time inched by, the vigour and glint in her eyes had begun to fade. 

 

They were the two most callous people she had ever met, 

Albert, a sucker for punishment; Alice, a stickler for etiquette,

And if she did not perfect her posture, she’d be issued with a threat, 

They pulled her strings every which way as if she were a marionette. 

 

From when the owls began to hoot till the dawning of the sun, 

Kate found the glares and words of the previous day impossible to shun, 

“Your hairstyle is a disgrace and your colour is clearly overdone”, 

It was as if Alice awoke each day, chanting “This maid was made for fun!” 

 

And when her puffiness reasoned that she couldn’t run the household any faster, 

Albert threw his burnt tie in her face, yelling “I knew you were a disaster!” 

But he raged forth with the iron before she could mumble a rueful answer, 

Her dainty hand was no match for his wicked heart of alabaster.

 

The next day, Kate’s silent pleas were interrupted by a shrill caterwauling,

Over wilting petunias, Alice shrieked, “Why is your work always so appalling?” 

And pointing at the hot press leak, Albert jeered, “The pipes, the pipes are calling!” 

So overwhelmed with taunts and demands, she felt like the sky was falling. 

 

As she struggled to stay afloat in this violent, bitter sea, 

She found an anchor to keep her calm in the storm of misery. 

As she scoured the hot press for pipes with diminishing energy, 

A newspaper image floated towards her of the Statue of Liberty. 

 

This inspirational goddess stands strong with broken chains at her feet, 

Her torch lights up Manhattan with the hope of freedom for those in need, 

Kate’s nature was just right for the flourish of Libertas’ enlightening seed,

Kate could no longer bear to be the carpet for the vibrant snob stampede. 

 

Now she had a choice between the predictable path and risky road to make, 

Should she keep her head down and obey orders or put everything at stake? 

“This is too much to ask of a maid”, she uttered, her voice inclined to shake, 

Accepting her defiance, they vowed to hire a plumber for their manor’s sake. 

 

That night, Kate dreamed she would flee the pipes and escape to New York at just the right time, 

Dreams of roaming Fifth Avenue, of feeling awestruck under the starry skyline, 

Stars and stripes twinkled in her eyes, American dreams glistened in the pipeline, 

The newspaper cutting of Libertas served as both her pillow and her lifeline. 

 

But once again come sunrise, Kate was stuck playing a game she seemed destined to lose, 

As she tripped down the stairs, knocking over Alice and blowing her fuse, 

“You futile silly Cinderella! This conduct from dreamland I will not excuse!” 

Kate tearfully examined the deep stains of her sentence: last month’s burn and today’s bruise. 

 

Just a ‘skivvy for all her days of living’, dreaming the American pipe dream, 

No more peachy freedom, no Big Apple, no strawberries nor cream, 

She’d just been a tired, restless girl lost in dreams of The City That Never Sleeps, 

Yet she knew she wouldn’t stay stranded forever, now that her mountain was not as steep.

Catch-22

Catch 22

Those who have the courage to set sail
Will always be rewarded and never fail,
So no matter how rough the waves, they’ll learn to grow a thicker skin.
Like the day a fisherman dared to wish
For a fulfilling life beyond fish,
He reeled in a whining whopper with a haute couture fin.

Drowning in deadlines and tedium,
And gasping for freedom
From the work bogging him down which he relied on for an income.
Putting his life on hold,
The stress made him feel old,
He wished he could alter his life that was as predictable as a pendulum.

On that fateful journey in July,
Not a soul could deny
The eerie change in the waves indicating a storm.
With 21 trout cast aside,
He’d soon have bigger fish to fry,
When he’d embark on his 22nd catch of the day, more alarming than any foghorn.

In tandem with the departure of a clear sky
Was the arrival of a noble flagship nearby,
Suddenly, he caught the eye of a lady as she plummeted overboard.
He gallantly came to her rescue,
As she exclaimed, “God bless you”,
He blushed at her extravagance, knowing her fellowship would be hard to afford.

He dived deep into her eyes
So blue they lifted the skies,
His heart fluttered and he grew faint as his cheeks heated to an intense red.
He had fallen head over heels,
He struggled to believe she was real,
Yet she had clearly landed with her high heels over any sense in her head.

As she fussed over the state of her shoes,
He wondered if she had a few screws loose,
Yet she had turned his boredom upside down and brain inside out.
Their romantic rendezvous
Had landed him in a catch-22,
As he was caught in the crossfire between her overwhelming beauty and oversized mouth.

Her refreshing gratitude
Soon boiled over to a scalding attitude,
But he had irretrievably fallen for her hook, line and sinker.
She demanded like a master,
“It’s freezing, paddle faster!”
The words like swords attacking him as skilfully as a fencer.

Yet he could see through her superficial scales,
While she only had eyes for the fashion sales.
He was determined to fish out her vulnerable soul underneath the posh exterior.
He knew it wouldn’t be easy,
Especially when her remarks made him feel queasy,
And her overbearing persona left him feeling inferior.

The insults soon flowed in as freely as the tide,
In all their glory and undefied,
And she boasted that her plumed headpiece had been crafted by the finest milliner.
No more appealing was this damsel in distress
Than the monster of Loch Ness,
When she compared his hat to a nesting box or the leftovers from a donkey’s dinner.

He vowed to play nice,
And tried adding some spice
By inviting her back to the shore to taste his chowder.
He hoped then that they would bond,
And she would eventually become fond
Of his prized mussels and clams, and he would no longer flounder.

Sometimes opposites just don’t attract
When the relationship is already cracked.
When she told him she loved Versace, Givenchy, Dolce & Gabbana and Chanel,
He asked how old were these sons and daughters,
As clueless as a fish out of water,
She looked fit to kill or banish him forever with a witch’s old spell.

Packed tightly in the boat like sardines,
Out of malice she wanted to scream,
Her dangerous eyes and venomous words made her look ready to commit slaughter.
She couldn’t tolerate another minute
Facing his wrinkles and the pong of fish fillets,
And pointed a finger menacingly, raging “Take me away from this wretched water!”

He had ignored the initial doubt in his gut,
And his desire had him completely stuck in a rut,
Until he spotted on her ring finger a shimmering sapphire jewel.
With realisation, he stated, “You’ve been married before,
But living with you must have been the ultimate chore,
That’s why he pushed you off the ship, he detested your habit of being cruel!”

His sudden turn as a detective
Had become highly effective,
As she was momentarily silenced and saw the value in mincing her words,
He calmly promised, “I’ll take you away from the sea,
Just in time for afternoon tea”.
And with a sly smile, deliberated how he’d dish up her just dessert.

It was now time for blast off,
As he would deal with this cast-off,
His feelings of affection for her had long passed away.
“How dare you do your utmost to take advantage
By adding my quiet, carefree life to your quest of carnage.
You’ll have to learn to be happy with the little things by living as a castaway!”

“You need to learn to be less selfish
and less condescending about my shellfish!”
She retaliated, “You’ll never be an honourable man, my husband was better!”
But he declared, “Hold your tongue a minute, dear,
You do not have to fear,
The déja vu may change your tune when you become a little wetter!”

“Its time you found your rightful place,
Never throw kindness back in someone’s face.
I’ll never again be fooled by the wail from a whale of a woman like you!
May your ability to gloat
help you learn to independently float!
I can’t wait to see you weasel your way now out of this catch-22!”

Earlier, she had bossed, “Listen here, Sonny,
That moustache resembles a dust bunny,
And an outfit in white should only be worn by a painter.”
Now he rallied back, “To tell you the truth,
You remind me of a half-plucked goose!”
Then pushed her into the sea and rowed away until her cries became fainter!

“You should never forget a favour
Or poke fun in the face of your saviour!”
He shouted after her as a final helpful token.
That story of love at first sight
Had turned into unrequited love in the worst light.
Now he’d know when following his heart to take caution and keep his eyes open!

The world was now his oyster
Whether he’d choose s life of dryness or moisture,
There would always be plenty of fish left in the sea.
He had wished for a woman as his anchor,
And for that he had to thank her,
Because he learned some things aren’t worth pursuing, and the simple pleasures in life are free!

Ill Treatment

Ill treatmentShadows on a dainty daydream,

Suppressed aspirations gasping for air,

As appealing as a chemist’s life may seem,

Drugs slowly became a suffocating nightmare.

 

With oppression and compliance she had a long-standing history,

She had often endured a daily dose of bullies due to her beauty and brains,

To honour her heritage, she had been forced to study chemistry,

But no chemical equation could solve how to break free of the chains.

 

While she had fallen into the habit of writing prescriptions,

She had fallen in love with the romance and boulevards of Paris,

Obeying the same tedious routines had become an infliction,

Yet, she promised herself and her parents that she wouldn’t embarrass.

 

She imagined a cure for this plague of parents and pill-popping,

Then she could finally live on her own terms in a dreamy utopia,

She would stage a rising that would be both liberating and jaw-dropping,

Or she would forever rue missed opportunities: her worst phobia.

 

Until now, she never had the courage to venture off course,

Always a passenger in life, never a driver,

Finally, they would notice the colours on this once invisible dark horse,

No longer a vulnerable victim, but a strong survivor!

 

Far behind her she would leave those encounters with the ill,

And wake up each morning, following the words “carpe diem”,

She’d work hard to reach her dreams of modelling, and each day would bring a new thrill,

Then she’d look back one day and cherish her long days of freedom.