1,000 Miracles in One Day Project Update
I have had the experience of running, barefoot, over a very fat slug and it did go pop. Also our dog relishes fresh spider, and I am suspicious of what the rats are up to in the back-kitchen roof space. At an average of 41.66 miracles per hour, this post brings me to nearly 4am.
128.
Queasy pop underfoot
Unlucky tube of slug is
Squeezed from life
Like accidental toothpaste
129.
Starlit unshod sanguine walking
Juxtaposed by sliding in
Slug-guts, shouldn’t be funny but
Tragicomic giggles come
130.
Last breaths are coming, in
The quiet bed, and the last
Nostalgias; dreams are thought of
Integral parts of the whole
131.
Spider sidles, eight feet tapping
On the laminate floor, terminated
By the inquisitive dog and her
Arachnid sushi snack habit
132.
This is an uncomplicated hour
To drift away, in a graceful turn of
Diurnal tide, into the fluid
Calm catharsis of night
133.
Beyond questioning, like reverse
Birthing, the past, the future
Cannot be thought of, only
This present sensation, fading
134.
Shadows begin, this is the early
Start of day. Light dilutes darkness
Shade by demi-shade
Shadows begin, shape by shape
135.
Birds detect light, one measure
Of light to 1,000,000 of dark
Swiftly bustling into business in
The complicated language of birds
136.
Another key, another door
Opens, shoes dropped under
The coat rack, dirty aching feet
Bathe under a warm tap
137.
These feet have danced for
Hours, day after week after
Month after year, they love
This rhythm of dance, walk, rest
138.
Sticky steamed silk is peeled
Free, tired body flops
On supple covers, closes
Eyes, drifts back to the dance
139
Inside the ambulance is
Shiny, attentive, distracting
The cupboards are neatly
Built in, it all fits
140
Still life in the fridge; plucked
Chicken, scrubbed potatoes
Brown onions, pale parsnips
A bundle of bright carrots
141
Three levels of four tubs, 2 by 2
Fill the well of the chest freezer
Twenty-four gallons of windfalls
Catalysed by -20 degrees Celsius
142
It is always dark in the jam cupboard
The end cupboard of the ornate sideboard
In the dining room. On opening, layers of
Glossy jars reflect rows of silhouettes
143
Tidied rain-damp lumps of
Wood-scraps, in the fire-pit, are
Traversed by snails, they paint
Wet ribbons in frost
144
Curious head on a foot, that
Resides in a spiralled shell, the
Gastropod mollusc tilts its
Eye-horns as it crosses bark
145
Nocturnal mouse has the
Basic rodent schedule in mind
Feed, defecate, evade predation
Chew stuff, procreate, sleep, repeat
146
Rats hang out in the back-kitchen
Roof-space, it’s like a clubhouse
For rats, to come and plan the
Next elaborate heist
147
Cat’s paws perceive ice
Track back to the house
To the pillow in a basket and
The bowl full of cat biscuit
I have had the experience of running, barefoot, over a very fat slug and it did go pop. Also our dog relishes fresh spider, and I am suspicious of what the rats are up to in the back-kitchen roof space. At an average of 41.66 miracles per hour, this post brings me to nearly 4am.
128.
Queasy pop underfoot
Unlucky tube of slug is
Squeezed from life
Like accidental toothpaste
129.
Starlit unshod sanguine walking
Juxtaposed by sliding in
Slug-guts, shouldn’t be funny but
Tragicomic giggles come
130.
Last breaths are coming, in
The quiet bed, and the last
Nostalgias; dreams are thought of
Integral parts of the whole
131.
Spider sidles, eight feet tapping
On the laminate floor, terminated
By the inquisitive dog and her
Arachnid sushi snack habit
132.
This is an uncomplicated hour
To drift away, in a graceful turn of
Diurnal tide, into the fluid
Calm catharsis of night
133.
Beyond questioning, like reverse
Birthing, the past, the future
Cannot be thought of, only
This present sensation, fading
134.
Shadows begin, this is the early
Start of day. Light dilutes darkness
Shade by demi-shade
Shadows begin, shape by shape
135.
Birds detect light, one measure
Of light to 1,000,000 of dark
Swiftly bustling into business in
The complicated language of birds
136.
Another key, another door
Opens, shoes dropped under
The coat rack, dirty aching feet
Bathe under a warm tap
137.
These feet have danced for
Hours, day after week after
Month after year, they love
This rhythm of dance, walk, rest
138.
Sticky steamed silk is peeled
Free, tired body flops
On supple covers, closes
Eyes, drifts back to the dance
139
Inside the ambulance is
Shiny, attentive, distracting
The cupboards are neatly
Built in, it all fits
140
Still life in the fridge; plucked
Chicken, scrubbed potatoes
Brown onions, pale parsnips
A bundle of bright carrots
141
Three levels of four tubs, 2 by 2
Fill the well of the chest freezer
Twenty-four gallons of windfalls
Catalysed by -20 degrees Celsius
142
It is always dark in the jam cupboard
The end cupboard of the ornate sideboard
In the dining room. On opening, layers of
Glossy jars reflect rows of silhouettes
143
Tidied rain-damp lumps of
Wood-scraps, in the fire-pit, are
Traversed by snails, they paint
Wet ribbons in frost
144
Curious head on a foot, that
Resides in a spiralled shell, the
Gastropod mollusc tilts its
Eye-horns as it crosses bark
145
Nocturnal mouse has the
Basic rodent schedule in mind
Feed, defecate, evade predation
Chew stuff, procreate, sleep, repeat
146
Rats hang out in the back-kitchen
Roof-space, it’s like a clubhouse
For rats, to come and plan the
Next elaborate heist
147
Cat’s paws perceive ice
Track back to the house
To the pillow in a basket and
The bowl full of cat biscuit
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