Day: Jul 7, 2025

A white petal

May Sunday again;
Hailstones rush sideways,
striking the windows
with small fierce blows.
In the gaps between
two white butterflies zig zag
like motorized wild flowers;
One colour,two forms. I see now
two aspects of Nature:
hard,destructive,stern;
frail and delicate.
Both are coloured the same white.
Hard to tell sometimes which we are seeing
But we can all distinguish between a gentle touch
and a bitter blow.
As the day dips into night my heart falls too.
In these dreams I look for the lost
in the snowy steppes and the ices of the heart.
A white petal falls.
Cherry trees bloom again

Russia in love.

More limericks

There was a young lady fromBude

Who used to sun bathe in the nude

Cancer was a risk 

That she put on the list

But she sometimes enjoyed being rude.

The was a young lady from Filey

Whose partner was inscrutably wily.

His genes were Chinese

His skin was a tease

She valued his touch very highly.

Another young lady was Dutch

She could walk without using a crutch

She tried the high wire

She fell into the fire

That’s what’s left when you  a high lurch

Limericks

There was a young woman from Bude

Who hated to stand in a queue

She lay on the ground

Until she was found.

And charged with fomenting a feud.

Then there was her sister in Kent

Whose bicycle wheels were both bent

Circles no more

They threw her to the floor.

And as these things go so she went.

Finally  meet Susan from Stone

She lives near the Pennines alone

She likes watching sheep

Climbing up the hill steep

And the sheepdog with a juicy beef bone