On the wooden swing

while on the swing
sky—grass—sky—grass—ska
the wee girl sings
la—dee—la—dee—da
proud fae listening
ha—hum—ha—hum—haha
fairies dance dew glistening
tap—toes—tap—toes—ta
song birds swirl cheerily
flip—flap—flip—flap—fla
fox sings along eerily
howl—bark—howl—bark–ba
lighting bugs zoom along
zip—zap—zip—zap—za
cricket contributes to song
zirp—chirp—zirp—chirp—cha
lady bugs a circle dance
tam—dee—tam—dee—ta
even the grumpy toad chants
oak—croak—oak—croak—cra
while the wee girl sings
la—dee—la—dee—da
sitting on the wooden swing
sky—grass—sky—grass—ska

-Wright

(someone who creates, like a playwright)

what about a
rhyme-wright
line-wright
verse-wright

word-smith
worth-smith
world-smith
ink-slinger

tone-deaf singer
word-monger
time-squanderer
dimension-wanderer

follow me
follow
down the rabbit hole
we go

follow me
follow
along the edges of the plane
infinity returns

let words guide you
along the verge
of sanity

let the words ensnare you
temptress of worlds
yet to be created
world-wright
worth-wright
word-wright

follow me
follow
along the stanza
never ending


Dear Bum

Body Image Recovery

I wield a sizable bum,
As shapely and wide as they come.
With a wiggle of my hip,
I make the scales tip,
Bringing down, without a frown,
The most obnoxious clown.

Another of my woes,
My chubby Hobbit toes,
Adorning Hobbit-ish feet,
Which never miss a beat,
Stepping, tapping, moving to gigs,
Bringing along aforementioned hips.

If you care to look close,
There is my Romanesque nose.
Thanks to the brute,
I will never look cute,
But if I am ever out of a job,
I could work as drug-sniffing dog.

Now genetics are mostly to blame
For cellulite and varicose veins
I got nothing here to address this matter
Though without my veins and skin I would certainly not be better
*

Therefore, I must conclude:
Dear hips, toes and brute,
You have served me well so far,
Despite not hitting the bar,
We dance, hike, smell, jump and run,
And have a heck lot of fun.

*Editing I realised that verse could be cut out. (2024)