The carousel’s saddled horses go no slower than its zebras.

the
unicorn

in real
life gets

away

Joseph Salvatore Aversano

Those were the days, when zoom was the noise made by my sister’s Scalextric, while the rest of us huddled for warmth around a single blizzarding screen.

floods all around nostalgic for snow

Helen Buckingham

A skirt of syllables. A wing of words. And how does it feel to be touched by stars ?

swirled in cloaks of mist
shaking out a web of droplets
Vaudeville dancer

Diana Webb

Head bangs, laughter and dancing. Live streaming Foo Fighters at the Roxy.

shared joy finds its way
virtual
sing-along

E. L. Blizzard

At what frequency  does this thread vibrate?

Bach at twilight
the spider’s choreographic
moves

Diana Webb

Fairies left gifts here beneath the tree where she dreams. Which to choose. A trinket of wood? A trinket of gold?

a breath
through the leaves
sky’s alchemy

Diana Webb

As the ooze cooled, joints jutted between long, smooth slopes. An unforgiving fragility to climb.

primal churning
a meadow sweats
til the avalanche

Kat Lehmann

Up in the early hours to brew a coffee munch a chocolate bar. Feels  a bit of a dare like midnight feasts of schooldays

dark of the pine
against dark of the sky
morning star

Diana Webb