Not again!

TRACK is back and so is
LUPUS. Seems to me they’ve been before.
WRING’s an old friend, as is
PRICE. Chase these repeats out the door!

Weird Vocab

WRACK your brain! What is
KAPPA? Well? Give up? It’s a cytoplasmic factor. Ever so
SOOTY a definition. If vocabulary has an obscurity
VALVE, somebody left it open.

In the mind’s eye

À
HAUTE voix I announced that I’d have no further
TRUCK with my son (aged 40) playing with Lego when
MECCAno was good enough for me (!) In my fervour the
NURSE led me away, while I (non-literally) vent my spleen.   

à haute voixaloud, out loud

At the River

MOSSY stones at the river’s bank. The water mirrors time’s
REIGN: ahead by the bridge pillar, it ripples, eddies, yet streams on.
GHOSTs grow more visible as years flow past–what could have been and what was now seem more solid than the present, as my
TIMER keeps drawing down. How many ticks remain, I ask, as a leaf drifts past on the current.

Does the child have a hearing problem?

The
VIRUS is a huge, seal-like mammal with great long tusks;
it doesn’t eat rusks.
WATCH is what I do when I get up in the morning
or else from Ma I get a warning.
KNOWN is the statue in the garden, broken,
for which I ask its pardon.
FLUME is what it’s like at twilight, before the night,
when apparently the bed bugs bite.

Photo: Bill Hickey
Walrus on Togiak National Wildife Refuge

A glance in the mirror

PLAIT simply done, she beholds herself with the relief of being
FORTY, owning a settled appearance, now
WISE enough to side-step urge for extra allure.
LIVER spots? When those arrive she will be much further along the road of herself.

Seasonal

GHOST of Summer still felt in the incipient
REIGN of Autumn, the footpath below stained
MOSSY – Slippery When Wet, as the signs say. The
TIMER of Winter isn’t far from signalling its alarm.

Photo: Robin Stott

Camelnomics

CAMEL sneers: 250 mile desert trek, hauling
FLOUR for baking to Eilat, when a boat would do. Might as well haul
THORNs! Smith’s hand is plenty visible when it blunders.
WATER—now there’s a commodity worth the fuss.

Plural Wars

VENOM, delivered by fangs, raises question of fangs in the heart.
STRAP myself to mast, stop ears, close eyes, and I may avert the
SIRENs. Yet, assault withstood, heart may still pump a fatal toxin.
ENACT and win the war with external foe–there remains the war of self.