Incident in the Wizard's Infirmary
Madame Fruitbat, a healer for the wizarding community, was having a bad day in her Liverpool clinic. Her receptionist buzzed her. “Madame Fruitbat, Mr Wattle…
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Madame Fruitbat, a healer for the wizarding community, was having a bad day in her Liverpool clinic. Her receptionist buzzed her. “Madame Fruitbat, Mr Wattle…
And her scansion’s all over the place. Anapestic/Dactlyic disgrace! What made ME want to beat ‘er? She mixed monometer With hexameter! Get me my mace! No, no…
I’m a tutor who hails from Dubuke. There’s one student I’ve got to rebuke: Though I asked for a limer- Ick, there’s not a glimmer Of poetry from her; just…
My life was bad; I did a bad thing Now I’m in Hell and I can’t but sing Of loss and dreams—escapist fluff— Just stop me, if you’ve had enough. I’ll bookend the…
*Campfire*, you say? Did I hear someone speak? Picture this, traveler: this is a metaphor. I was tossed onto a raging campfire. It burned me up. This campfire…
*Comedy* often makes us laugh, if it is done well. Curiously, so does a jolt of sudden fear, if it turns out that the shock was needless and especially if we…
*Mars* is said to be where men come from; Venus, where women come from. I don’t know where the others are supposed to come from. People refer to men and women…
*Isolation* lingers by me. I’m in a glass booth, surrounded by telephones. At least one of them begins ringing every 40 seconds or so. Sometimes many ring at…
I have not planned my words I am waiting to see what they do for me. Dance, words! Well? Don’t just lie there. What did I assemble you all here for, anyway…
The drugstore owner was delighted: his shop was thriving and he was richer than he had ever been. He felt he owed his success to his handsome young apothecary…
I hear the *roof*; It’s beckoning. Its siren song sounds often. I could resist it yesteryear; I see my willpow’r soften. For Blake, the *stars* for order…
Argus and I policed the grounds behind the castle, he shuffling around and grumbling as usual, me wrinkling up my nose, holding tongs, picking up the butts of…
The turtle crawled inside his cage. He looked for food that he could eat. His disappointment turned to rage: “Some lettuce?! I want something sweet!” “A piece…
And that was the time when my nanna died, too. How he healed me, got me ready to face the world again, while breathing life into a bush of flowers—there was no…
The next month was May, a fine sunny time, and Thad seemed to forget about most everything else, to look at him. I’d walk past Thyme street and always see him…
He wasn’t such a sharp fellow, but at least he had heart. He made friends for life, and when they needed him, he put his back into it, so to speak. That was…
*“Recorder Lessons”* You stare up, rapt in wonder, at the clear *cerulean* sky, Forgetting that I’m waiting for your crystalline reply You’re wide-eyed…
An *herbal* remedy might make you well, But maybe not. But what the hell! Whatever meds you might require Might either lift or drop the fire That rages inside…
I’m *obsolete* and aged, but I say! I rather *fancy* spending time with you. You make me feel much younger though I’m grey And wrinkled. Oh, I wish that it…
My *father* told me, many years ago, About a friend he’d had when he was young, And all the silly songs that they had sung Whenever one of them was feeling…