coloured pencils
a child's dreams on the lid
of an old biscuit tin
Matthew 10 :40
“Whoever receives you receives me, and whoever receives me receives him who sent me. ... And anyone who welcomes me also welcomes the one who sent me. ... And although my illness was a trial to you, you did not despise me or reject me. ... done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me…
between the roses
a small cocoon moves on the breeze
awakening a butterfly
Chevrefeuille
a young butterfly
sips at the honeysuckle
sweet summery drink
we live in a world
inhabited by a golden host
of vain daffy dills
arrogant and self centred
mostly from the male species
no hugs
social distancing
no need for lipstick
wearing a mask
but i confess
i can still wink with elan
once upon a time
an oddity
wearing a sex pistol t shirt
followed her home intending to
murmur incoherent sweet nothings
in her ear
whilst stroking her thighs
but had a change of heart
when she delivered
a sharp right to his head
reeling
he thought he could hear wedding bells
and the quavering voice of a vicar saying
let no man put asunder
Mindlovemisery Menagerie
Writers Pantry # 40