Dinner Time

Has anyone seen my marbles? …….. I’m teetering on the edge – marking, brief writing, assessments, housework, unpaid taxi service, sandwich maker, industrial volume laundry (teenagers, arghhh). But amidst the chaos my little bit of freedom, Friday Fictioneers, a 100 words of escapism. This weeks photo, supplied by Rachel Bjerke, seemed almost mystical, a bit Lewis Carroll’ish and I couldn’t shake the silliness of ‘Jabberwocky’ hence my bit of nonsense below.

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Round the corner, quarter past three,

Below the sun, above the sea,

Hands move on, its quarter to four,

Somebodies knocking, open the door,

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Stealing the minutes, its half past five,

Who’s in the oven, roasting alive,

Hearing the tap, the tic and the toc,

Dinner not ready, its seven o clock,

*

Out of the well, at eight forty six,

A wizened old crow licking her lips,

Rubbing her belly, nearly ten thirty,

Pulls out a fork, looks at me flirty,

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Meat well done, the midnight hour,

Roasted soul with a parsnip tower.

Dream Stealer

 

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I built a castle out of dreams,

And I flew on gilded wings,

I soared above the eagles,

Amongst the pretty things,

I wove a trail of rainbows,

Amid the candied cloud,

And floated on the sunshine,

When e’er the breeze allowed,

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 I watched the castle crumble,

And I saw the eagles fall,

I felt the earth beneath me,

And I heard the thunder call,

I couldn’t stem the hourglass,

Nor could I catch the time,

I couldn’t keep on dreaming,

When the morn began to climb.

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Original Photo :  www.flickr.com/photos/44333718@N05/4139244462