cold case rondel

The signs are better set in stone
Than memories that fizz in glass.
First as tragedy, then as farce -
A light laugh cut into a groan.

A single moult of hair, not mown,
Found in among the buds and grass.
The signs are better set in stone
Than memories that fizz in glass.

I broke each tooth but lost a bone.
Send me to the back of the class.
Because of you, sharpeye smartarse,
I'll end my days in dark alone.
The signs are better set in stone
Than memories that fizz in glass.

What is a rondel?

not dead yet

Wonderers Heart is a blog that doesn't shy away from dark stuff. Depression. Suicide. Grief.

And to top it all, it's a little awkward. It tackles topics that evade comprehension and easy answers and Anne does not present neatly wrapped insights into pain, loss and occasional act of inadvertent arson. It is someone thinking/feeling in public. Reflecting in a muddy mirror.

If you ever get sick of blogs with lists of the seven things for blah blah blah then please pay her a visit.

the hunt of the unicorn

They clattered down the high street in their chain mail, spitting forth hoarse cries like rotten teeth. Everyone was looking for a myth, not a toy.