Sunday, December 13, 2009

My happy gun

It haunts me sporadically
That single shot derringer cap pistol
Lost with childhood

Haiku Bones prompt 1: wistful

Billiards

Chimney glass dimmed with soot
Creaking tittering as the mantle shivers
Primeval atoms yearn for flight

Haiku Bones prompt 1: wistful

I love the idea of ancient trapped molecules in kerosene - created by the ur-Sun stabbing into ancient oceans and plants. Then bouncing around in a kerosene lamp flame, liberated and giving light on a windy coastal night.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Hoary Pane

Well see it yourself
It's a fair frosting tonight
An' I'm wait abed