The Aftermath

The snow has past,

for now we pray.

I believe it'll last

till Christmas day.

Up to my waist

in the deep back yard.

You should see this place!

I might be forever scarred.

But the sun came out

And schools re-opened for play.

So I just had to run about

For kid-free retail therapy!

Yippee,

55 words to you

from me

to throw at G-Man's flash party crew

A Winter's Day

Late last night

on my little side street

sat a city truck

with flashing lights replete.

My heart it sank

as questions began to mount.

What was going on?

What fresh hell could I now count?

 Early this morning

my fears were realized.

 A knock on the door

brought bad news, I surmised.

"The water'll be turned off,"

a man clad in orange declared.

A water main break;

The cause of this new despair.

So we watched from the window

as a hole was dug.

Morning entertainment; cool!

For another snowy day funk.

Well, on the seventh day of December

the numbers began to add.

Would you care to do the math

for my wintry woes comrade?

12 yellow flags

11 Tonnes of dirt (or something like that to fill the hole in the road afterwards)

10 AM - When I went out with coffees (and to survey the damage)

9 AM - When they started to dig

8 AM - When they knocked on the door

7th Heaven - for me as they plowed the driveway & brushed off the van (in appreciation for coffee)

6 Big orange pylons

5 City workers

4 Cups of coffee (plus 1 tea for the poor guys stuck out in the snow)

3 G-Tel vans (line locating crew)

2 City trucks

and 1 Back hoe to dig the hole...

 Happy Winter Days my friends!
Oh, and I am jumping on early for One Shot Wednesday this week. Enjoy!!

Snow Day

I am calling in a snow day. Today was day two of a snow squall that has settled over my fair city. We have received upwards of 30+cm already and they are calling for that again in the next 24hrs. The schools across the region were closed and we were grounded at home. That being said, I call my own snow day. No work done today, aside from cookie baking & the proverbial dinner. A rousing game of Trouble filled in the afternoon before we went out to shovel again. Now the kids are abed and after the last 36 hours, I think I shall call it quits as well. Be well, stay safe and bless you all my friends for all that you offer me. 

A Lover's Winter Quarrel

I am rap, tap, tapping at your door
in the icy cold lee from the wind
The icicles slip, drip, dripping from my nose
as I wait for you to let me in.

The stair so snow, snow, snowy around my ankles
as a shiver starts up my ill-covered spine.
I keep on rap, tap, tapping on the door frame
praying that forgiveness will rend the door open in time.

I dare not yell, tell, swell my sad story
as to why I quake without coat in the cold.
Rather beg, plead, coerce with remorsefulness,
but the light clicks out in a statement far too bold.

Just a bit of cold, bold poetic fiction for the Magpie prompt this week.

MK - What Have You done to Me!!

I went to meet

Ms Mary Kay.

On wares aplenty

my eyes did play.

Fine food was served,

but not to us.

We got rice

Drowned in thick, gooey sauce!

With faces washed

and colours picked

We dabbed and swiped,

Twas a palette thick.

Well, thick enough

to cause a fright,

as my eyes turned pink

later that night!

Oh woe is me

with delicate skin

For MK’s products

left my vision thin.

I type this now

with vision fair,

But this morning’s visage

was a different affair.

Puffed up eyes

And red rimmed lids

A spectre wild!

That’ll learn me kids!!

So, no makeup for me.

My face will have to stay bare.

Unless I want to appear

As your worst nightmare!

*Photo from Moronface.com