Sally's entry:
6am thoughts
I love the smell of weeding in the morning
sharp tang of chill still air
new-mown grass sweet like pear
sun-warmth on wood and hair
I love the smell of weeding in the morning
warm skin on cold steel slide
bitter and sour as hide
my warm shed open wide
I love the smell of weeding in the morning
cocktail of earth leaf seeds
yesterday's busy deeds
hanging like scented beads
I love the smell of weeding in the morning
breath of earth freed and sweet
stirring beneath my feet
freshly relaid and neat
Geoff's entry:
It was lank, it stank, made my gall-stones clank
With its blighting, vile, slimy-biled, gut-riling swank.
I heaved as it seethed, like a weapon unsheathed.
With its rasping, my gasping to be fast relieved.
But how to quench this soul-wrenching stench
As it gripped my life’s script in a breath-clipped clench?
Numbed by earth’s scummiest organic hum,
My gunge-filled lungs plunged in a toxic-strung scrum.
My pores, gored by spores galore, saw this as war.
Sense-splattered, I clattered like tacks to the floor.
The pure putrefaction that provoked this reaction,
Was worse than the curse of a pliers tooth extraction.
I crawled from the hall as a pall of smoke sprawled
And veins in my brain strained and brawled…
Then it gelled with a splat…. yes, I smelled a rat,
And sensed repentence from Suspect, my cat.
Not dimming the soup from brimming to simmer,
This near death-nell smell, it swelled so much grimmer.
Face knotted, I spotted a pot-load of rat rot.
The unsavoury debris of my gorgeous pet, Grot.
Christine's entry:
A Holiday Romance
He gave her a stylish goatskin belt – before he left the place,
The Grecian demigod who made her throw away her past.
The smell lingered on; half musky beast, half manly, hot embrace.
He smiled at her in Athens and her heart began to race.
One week rolled into months and still she wanted it to last.
He gave her a stylish goatskin belt – before he left the place.
He piped the tunes of Pan, her body dancing to their pace,
His hirsute legs enlacing hers, the rhythm moving fast.
The smell lingered on; half musky beast, half manly, hot embrace.
He was a faun and she his nymph, laughing all through the chase.
His satyr’s grin enchanted her, the magic spells he cast.
He gave her a stylish goatskin belt – before he left the place.
She searched all the tavernas and the bars but found no trace.
She yearned and burned to join her love, the effort spent was vast.
The smell lingered on; half musky beast, half manly, hot embrace.
Through wood and vale she drifted, a grey pallor marked her face.
The belt, half goat, half artful man around her waist was clasped.
The smell lingered on; half musky beast, half manly, hot embrace.
He gave her a stylish goatskin belt – before he left the place.
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