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Reverse Ezekiel 47

AMONG residents realization sickly takes hold: the land is dying: dry
GULCHes, reservoirs down three quarters, allotments cut. To
HALVE prior expectation now looks good. A reality so stark, you blink and blink, yet it’s still there:
OUTGO far above inflow. Praying for rain is all that’s left. And what of spiritual water? How high the levels?

Convoluted

TEASE my PLUM Pudding DRYLY with BASIL.
Basil, my plump one, teases dryly with wit and
a kind of plump humour, dry Lycra-garbed Basil. Tea’s
‘ere, Bas. I’ll plump pillows for you, teasely dry you.       

Two Brothers at the River

PLUMP young Gregory, eight years old, not yet the hollow cheeked Nyssa, as on icons–
DRYLY his older brother asks: “Surely you will not jump in again?”
BASIL, older brother, not yet the Great, as in history,
TEASEs lovingly. Today: two young brothers, an idle afternoon, playing on a river’s bank.
Later, two fathers, Cappadocian, cold waters of the… Continue reading Two Brothers at the River

Whither Turbo

TURBO, this if your third appearance; first time, I did
STRAY, redirect you to TURBOt, mispelled fish. Second time, forgoing
FRILL, I invoked your sense of speed. Perhaps, next occasion, I won’t
CLOWN, and wield you for an engine, if poesy can there be found. Perhaps.

What Big Eyes

PINEY–fresh, rather–smell in the forest clearing,
OXIDE–rust, rather–makes the cabin’s hinges grate,
NANNY–granny, rather–looking worse for wear,
SIGHT–fright, rather–what big eyes she has.

Dream of my childhood

NANNY comes in sight along the narrow piney path. The
SIGHT of her brings images of hot soups, warm biscuits, sweet
PINEY smells from the trees at the back of her garden, the
perOXIDE she still uses to clean everything, including the bath.