I have a little handbag That sits upon my knee But inside it’s much bigger Than a handbag ought to be It takes in bottled water By the litre. And the pens! Hear them rattle in despair Of ever being found again. There’s mints and…

Ideas in your head. Dance in your feet. Navigate yourself. Any destination will do.

There’s a knock at my heart’s door And though I know I shouldn’t answer it I open the door anyway. He slips in claiming to be here only a few minutes. But he’s sneaky And attacks me where he knows I’m weak. He wants to…

Commanding the room The largest lead weight On the rubber sheet Of social intrigue Little ball-bearings Scattered in patterns Move at a distance But never too far Prompt: Concrete imagery Form: Unrhymed quatrains