May we never know a wonderless world

Today’s prompt challenged us to write a poem in which we take our title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World. First published in 1958, the book gives shortish descriptions of odd natural phenomena, and is notable for both its author’s turn of phrase and intermittently dubious facts. I took a lineContinue reading “May we never know a wonderless world”

Silent lights

The lights on the street are silent these days,Through the misted windows they stand and stare away,They don’t return his gaze. The songbirds in the hedges seem to have lost their shine,Lustrous tunes echo down distant corridors,They long for choirs no more. The teapot stands parched, unquenched and dry,It’s only discourse with a single cup,ItContinue reading “Silent lights”