Esther asked for a 5 word story about spiders. I didn’t think it was fair. Spiders deserve more than 5 words. They are creepy but misunderstood. A bit like me. So here’s a few 5 words in a row.

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Spiders have too many legs

Crawling secretly on uncovered skin

Under your clothes and within

Places they should never be

Or see. In the dark

To park. And wait. Late

Into the night. All eight

Of those legs. Suddenly awake

You scream. At the unseen

Where those legs have trod

Delivering an octopod love letter

A lobster might be better

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A friend and I have been practicing bad poetry (you know who you are) and have discovered that it to be not as easy as it sounds. No matter how hard you try there’s always something that slips in there that elevates it to a point just above terrible. Some people, by my observation can create terrible poetry without even trying. Or perhaps it’s brilliant poetry that goes over my head.

Lots of things go over my head. I went to the doctor yesterday (I’m going again today, too. It’s what I do these days) and he informed me that I am getting shorter. Quite a bit shorter. That’s weird, and slightly alarming.

Anyway ….. poetry …. When I try to write good poetry (let’s just call it poetry, it will never be ‘good’) there is always something in there to drag it in the direction of terrible but still never quite taking it all the way to the bottom. So whether I try to be good or bad the result is more or less the same. I am consistent. That’s what my teachers used to say at school. Only one of them, actually.

Am I rambling? I thought so. Sorry. What I am trying to lead up to is that a quadrille is (allegedly) a poem of 44 words. Subject to such restrictions how could anyone produce something good? I couldn’t anyway.

This one comes via A d’verse prompt and has to be about a blanket. I think.

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This night is young, we’re doing fine

Pour another glass of wine

Warm before the fire we’ve made

Watch the embers slowly fade

Like memories this fading light

Let’s hold them close into the night

And underneath the blanket lay

Tomorrow is another day

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Some of you may not be familiar with this unusual format that was popularised by Bart Mog back in the 60s or 70s when the west became especially interested in Japanese artistic expression. Just like all western attempts to assimilate eastern culture (Zen Buddhism is a classic example) the double, double rhyming haiku displays the total misunderstanding of the original intent in an attempt to make it palatable to foreign tastes (look what the English did to Indian food) and this one is no exception. An abomination, perhaps.

The rules are relatively obvious.

1. It must follow the traditional 5/7/5 pattern

2. It must be 6 lines (double haikus are, in fact, quite common).

3. It must be comprised of two seperate examples following the same rules and linked by a common theme.

4. It must be written by two different people.

This one belongs to myself and Meg, though it was originally inspired by Kate, here who, in turn, found her inspiration from D’verse, here. In this case the subject is the moon.

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Missing you so much

Nights under the moon and such

So close I can touch

Your skin with my mind

Let this night the moonlight find

Us. Two of a kind

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