Secret Rituals

MASON makes an old, strange gesture, imaging
REIGN of some kind. Shared ritual does its job to
UNIFY. But the secrecy that makes one wonder-off
LEASH where might this lead?

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CARAT-heavy, glint of polished facet.
ADOBE clicked, image saved with sexy palette,
HELLO you dupes, prepare to yearn,
SPOUT we fancies to your id’s unquiet churn.

Scout Misplaced

STEED lathered, riding toward the battle.
CLASH sounds up ahead through the trees,
SCOUT, I, when the din kicked up, watching
INLET where we thought they’d arrive. How misjudged.

De-enthused

GRACE, until then an enthusiastic amateur, began earning
DOUGH for doing what she’d always loved: playing
SPORT. The tedium of endless travelling, training and timekeeping,
CIRCA 2020, soon took the edge of her enthusiasm.

Dough Re Mi

DOUGH! A deer, a female deer,
SPORTs, gambols, frolics, cavorts about,
GRACE charged. Should join multiple
CIRCA. Would be star of all the shows.

Misunderstood

STEIN (Rick Stein the chef, not the drink) came in for a
REFIT. Seems a bit of his aging anatomy – a
JOINT – had gone awry. No wonder he was
TESTY. Wait! Did he mean a joint he’d cooked?

Refit Needed

JOINTs stiff, I ponder what might constitute personal
REFIT, how to find a new me, not just pipe dream when
TESTY with life, but real change, to beat peering into
STEIN looking for what is never there.