Francesca Bossert's Blog, page 25

NO CHANCE SALOON

DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

The resident butterflies swirled a warning skirmish as someone new slinkied into the saloon, all shoulders and smoulder and attitude.

Bad attitude.

In a kerfuffle of scraping chairs, the women in the saloon stood up, cleared their throats, raised their chins, and in one perfect, graceful but firm gesture, pointed towards the swinging doors.

Mr. Slinky had never ridden out of any town faster.

BUY ME A COFFEE?

WHEN BRAD PITT BOUGHT ME FLOWERS

Brad’s roses looked just like these.

You’re going to think I made this up,But Brad Pitt bought me flowers.He had them sent one Valentine’s Day At a very tardy hour.My husband had forgotten, see,So Brad stepped in; how sweet!A great big bunch of roses came,And landed at my feet!That such a massive superstar Had been so very kind,Came as a big surprise to me,It really blew my mind!My man seemed rather miffed that night,When he saw Brad’s bouquetHis flower gifting improved lotFrom that memorable day!

THE PRISONER

Image @Alexander Sinn, UNSPLASH

Plump-green behind bars,

Cumbersome on his sad perch,

He sits, turns, again.

YOU DECKED WHAT?

My use of tinsel

Can be rather subversive.

Hands off my suitcase !

#PreChristmasHaiku

WEATHER FORECAST

The frosted white carpet early this morning. So pretty!

  

Hello my lovelies,

 

It was snowing here in Switzerland when we went to bed last night, and everyone got all excited because, well, who doesn't get excited when it snows? It was coming down hard when we turned out the lights, so I hoped it would all be hushed and a lovely bright white by morning.

 

I knew immediately that it wasn't when I woke up. I couldn't see that it wasn't because the blinds were down, but I knew, because the sound outside was wrong. When there is a good covering of snow everything is muted and hushed. It was pretty though, when I opened the blinds, because it had been cold, and where the grass is short the snow had frozen and made an ice-carpet right down the centre of our garden.

 

That ice-carpet inspired this poem.

 

It snowed quite hard for a while later in the morning, and for a while I got my hopes up, but then I got a high-wind warning on my phone but so far the only change is that it's raining...

 

Maybe we'll have snow tonight? The weather forecasters keep on changing their minds.

 

I'll keep you posted.

 

I got a bit preachy in my poem... but it's all true...

 

Love

Cesca xx

 

WEATHER FORECAST: THE SNOW QUEEN

 

Roll out the white carpet,

Erase all that green!

Queen Winter’s arriving

Wearing ice crinolines.

 

This frosting? This sprinkling?

You call this joke snow?

Who needs stupid snow tires,

Our winters now blow!

 

Then turn down your heating,

And switch off some lights!

The climate is struggling

To keep seasons alive.

 

Elect decent people

Not greedy mad pervs!

Be kind and considerate,

We get what we deserve.

 

I knew those white winters,

When the snow came to stay.

Not for the whole winter

But for at least a few days.

 

Now the Snow Queen’s exhausted

Just trying to stay cold.

She needs to be cherished,

And treated like gold.

Earlier this afternoon it looked a little more hopeful…

A bluetit (?) in a coconut

 

LARMES SANS FRONTIERES

Se regrouper et agir en colère,

Ou laisser parler la tendresse ?

Mais si la tendresse s’épuise,

Ou déverserons-nous nos larmes ?

WATCH ME

 

Let us shed soft pink,

Dismiss tangerine,

And opt for a powerful, molten gold.

 

Our sunrise is ready.

 

Now, watch us glow.

WEATHER FORECAST

Plane tree under fire from all directions today in good old Gingins!

“Everyone on the floor!” yodel six different schizophrenic winds.

Terrified leaves obey, trembling like pallid, speckled old men.

Meanwhile, in faraway lands, wizened dingbats face off, baring false teeth, waving real rockets.

Maybe they forgot the codes…

STRICTLY DOMINIC

Thank you, Dr Santos!

 

The body remembers gentle gestures,

Grieved. Let go.

Now, wow!

Hands explore, ensure, prepare.

Fingers caress while words coo, celebrate,

Encourage, endear.

 

Good boy. My good boy! 

A joyful teardrop finds his soft nose.

 

Shall we dance, gorgeous boy?

 

Tentatively,

Reunited against all odds,

Today,

We do.

 

ON MEANIES

 

I know a little meanie,

Who thinks she’s extra cool

She’s snarky with nice people,

Complains about the rules.

 

She’s whingy, sullen, petty,

Entitled, spoilt and rude.

Her smile is out of order,

She really is a tool.

 

I wonder whether meanies

Realize they’re being mean.

And do they ever wonder

How other people feel?

 

And what makes meanies meanies?

What makes a meanie tick?

I truly cannot fathom

The appeal of being a dick.