RIPENING

RIPENING

A huge vat held the secret swirl
Of small mauve fruits
As rich red liquid
Carried their sweetish circles -
Pummelled by a prodding stick

The practised hands
Which stirred the crop
Had stirred such grapes
On ancient soil

And in this modern echo
Lay a fermenting alchemy
For tomorrow's joy and songs
And tears

Then by surprise
Two tender hands
Grabbed the pummelling stick
Snatching an unexpected space
In these ancestral rites

The big brown eyes
Guided the downwards pole
And missed the vat
Smearing tomorrow's promise
On the little boy's cheeks

PARTING

PARTING

The big globe of water
Hung from the end of his nose
Early flu?....poor old man

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Eyes hidden and scrunched
Behind glasses
His body leaning over
The counter
A quiet man - the globe still there
Hanging onto the end of his nose

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An emaciated creature emerged
Huge eyes staring
At the naked bulb of life
Too desperate to move
A back leg caved in
The haunches so narrow
They'd fit under a hand

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Ribs sticking out
A clinging to life
An impossible farewell
To an impossible life

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The old man bent down
With the tear on his nose
And said a few words
Impossible to hear

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The man turned and walked
His dog didn't.
He turned and walked
But the dog couldn't move

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Inertia and gravity
Rooted his scrawny body
To the farewell spot

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So hard to bear
This last farewell
This last hurrah
This Man's Best friend
In the fright of life's stage
Just could not move

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His bag of bones
His caved in frame
Was gently
Hauled away

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But on that day
And at that hour
In the smallest of dramas
But biggest of events
That man
And that dog
Were cleaved apart

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Did the man go home?
Could the man go home?
So sad....this diminished man
So whispered was
His private loss

550

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hail in my hand...massive with an interesting whirl pattern

WE NOW HAVE THIS PIECE OF HAIL IN OUR FREEZER. THIS PHOTO SHOWS THE CONCENTRIC CIRCLES IT LANDED WITH AND THERE IS AN INTERESTING SHAPE IN THE MIDDLE WHICH LOOKS LIKE A MUG OF COFFEE......

MASSIVE HAILSTORM OVER OUR YARD TODAY

THIS HAILSTONE, BIGGER THAN A GOLF BALL, FELL IN A VOLLEY OF HAIL ALL AROUND OUR HOUSE THIS AFTERNOON.