A street i know well

Street lamps penetrate the dark
like giant glow-worms.
Confused moths, blind to a false sun,
dive in crazed abandon.
Mist wraps damp fingers round my throat
like a cold silk scarf.
A black shape streaks across the street
and over a garden wall.
Low growls break the silence.
“Leave it. Bad dog. Good dog.”
A ribbon of light blinks cheerfully
through cracks in curtains as
shadow puppets dance their night time rituals.
The dog presses his warm wet nose
in the palm of my hand and smiles.
White teeth gleaming.
We follow the glow bugs home.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2017


writing inspiration

I found a copy of The Tao of Pooh, a few months back, that celebrates the great philosophic wisdom that comes from a Bear “with a very small brain.”  The inscription inside the front cover caught my attention.

4. 98

Dear Kiekske,

Just like Pooh, you just are.

Your presence, you being you,

is the ultimate joy for me.

Never change who you are.

Please don’t disappear from my life –

you make it special and you are a part of me.

I love you … more than words can say.

Geitje x

I wonder what has happened to this romantic couple in the 19 years that have since past. Perhaps there is a story there begging to be written.