Twiglet #27

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A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Maybe two. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but note that comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays.

24 thoughts on “Twiglet #27”

  2. I’m remodelling the blog (again). Hope you don’t mind my draft landing here.

    Villainy

    Something’s moving deep in the trees–but what?
    It could be a wolf. It could be a bear.
    What does that have to do with the color of mud?
    You’re reading. The house is peaceful. Then: thud!
    Did that howl come from the attic, Jane Eyre?
    And something’s moving out there in the trees. What?
    Your lawn is like a deep-pile rug, immaculate,
    and it can count more bluebirds than Delaware.
    What does that have to do with the color of mud?
    That glint through the boughs might be Elmer Fudd,
    though. Hard on the trail of that wascally hare.
    Something is moving out there in the trees, but what?
    I’d go, myself, and check. But I’m delicate.
    Fragile as a crystal bell or ripe pear.
    What does that have to do with the colour of mud?
    What’s out there might be a ravishing stud,
    a yeti, monk, monkey, a billionaire.
    Something’s moving there deep in the trees, but what?
    And what does that have to do with mud?

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    3. Life took a sidewise slip yesterday, but I’m on track again, so to this: “What’s out there might be a ravishing stud, a yeti, monk, monkey, a billionaire.” That’s a splutter-your-coffee line, which is what I almost did when I read it. Very high on the giggle scale.

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  12. Then Jesus spat into the dirt
    And pressed the mud
    Into the blind beggar’s eyes.

    “Tell us what you see?”
    He asked the man.

    Came the reply:
    “What color
    Is the light of the world?”

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