A Hugely Important Memo to Mrs. Gilson’s Day Nursery School Staff

Secretaries must wear stockings in flesh tones that please a gentleman of wealth. Ladies will dress in leather pantsuits, accessorized with inner-thigh holsters. Men will carry an assault rifle and their gods-given handgun (one for teaching, one for fun).

fresh news and old jokes
yell to all, “We aren’t equal!”
but the world sees naught

 

the wee notes…
– I was enjoying My Crowd: The Original Addams Family and Other Ghoulish Creatures, in an effort to convince my brain that all the changes in the weather aren’t hell on our sexy flesh and bones, when I ran into the cartoon above, and thought, Unholy crap clowns riding a sickly orange Segway! Charles Addams could draw the damned future. Then, this slightly disturbing haibun was born.
– linked to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.

Under Winter’s Shroud

The woods wear brown, hints of green, and a scent I can never describe to anyone who hasn’t tasted snow as it melts under the sun… My toes dream of dandelions and grass that know blades are manmade nightmares. In my blood, Nature sings her everchanging song.

fall’s bones rot
under winter’s shroud,
feeding spring

.
the wee notes…
– Many deliciously wild souls, in the Northern Hemisphere, are celebrating The Promise of Spring (or Imbolc or Brigid’s Day or… a few other names). Persephone isn’t back from the Underworld yet, but… spring’s coming.
– for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.