I’ve given up dating each poem. It’s too confusing. What will be will be and as long as I keep going, who cares what day it is! So here’s the latest, inspired by NaPoWriMo’s prompt to write about something small. Enjoy my ’selection box:’ four haiku and another Nonet.
A selection box Perfection captured in words Tiny bites of joy A wee, wee mossie Whining its way to the feast Sweet perfume of blood Our little Bichon, Fluffy cloud of candyfloss, Thinks she is a giant She sees off the world, Bogeymen and Burglar Bill And next door’s Rotties. (or tries to) Magical liquid; ‘Drink Me’ potions should always be treated with care. Shrinking down to five inches brings untold problems with clothes buying and shoes. Even Barbie’s wardrobe will not fit you.