Switching the bathroom light on, Jack stared aghast at the
glass of tap water in his hand.
It was green, slimy and smelled terrible.
If only he hadn’t downed two glasses of water before he’d
realised something wasn’t right.
Maybe he’d gain superpowers? The ability to fly?
This was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, see link here:
I have missed a few of these, but here is the last one I wrote:
I looked up at the moon
A golf ball in the sky
So brightly it shone above
I just lay there and wondered why
Is it an arrangement with the sun?
Have they agreed to share the light?
Or a possibility, that one
Defeated the other in a fight.
Did one placate the other
By staying so far apart?
Or agree to work together
In a celestial creative art.
One shining bright the other serene
And together making nature
A verdant splash of green.
As I lay on my mattress
Looking up at the bright moon,
Feeling its silvery caress
I pray for slumber, soon.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/July/2018
This poem was inspired by the following Word Prompts:
Today’s things are: mattress, golf ball, green