Tales From The Town: Pocket Editions (#13-15)

Some more Pocket Tales, to go with this year’s Pocket Tales (#10-#12), and last year’s Pocket Tales (#1-#4 / #5-#9).

Pocket Tales #13

Dust

It filled the air we breathed and the lungs we breathed it with.

Smoke

It filled the air we breathed and the lungs we breathed it with.

Mist

It filled the air we breathed and the lungs we breathed it with.

The Fog Of Existence

It was everywhere
in everything there ever was

Pocket Tales #14

Chasm

They stepped over it as if it wasn’t there.

Bridge

Only the bravest dared to cross.

Cliff

You could feel gravity here as if it was a real thing pulling you down in its grip.

A Dream Of The Moon Never Disappoints

There is enough there for everyone to see and do.

Pocket Tales #15 (Poetry Edition)

A Poem For The Cat

Why is she
so perfect
so perfectly unconcerned
with me?

A Poem For The Fish

Little fish
Big Fish
Swimming in a circle
in the corner of the room

Big Fish
Little Fish
Bioluminescent
Glowing in the gloom

A Poem For The Spider

All her spidery children
spread across the ceiling
Does she even remember them
or know what they’re feeling
Now they’ve left her web
for somewhere more appealing

A Poem For Mum

She doesn’t get angry
because she’s too sad
If only we were good
Instead of so bad

A Poem For Dad

He dreams of the sky
He dreams of the sea
He dreams of the mermaid
He dreams he was free
I think he’s forgotten
Who he used to be.

A Poem For The House

I can feel it
dreaming
Is it dreaming
through me

I can feel it
growing
Almost like a tree

Ae we the birds
in its branches?
Or its fruits
and its seeds?

A Poem For Me

Its okay
to not be seen

Its okay
to not be seen

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Notes:

1. Made between June 9th and June 12th, 2022

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Tales From The Town: Pocket Editions (#10-#12)

Some more Pocket Tales, to go with last year’s Pocket Tales (#1-#4 / #5-#9).

Pocket Tales #10

The Kite

It is forbidden to speak of the kite anymore. It is mourned in silence.

David

He could not get back up no matter how hard he tried. He pretended instead that he was where he wanted to be.

Pocket Tales #11

(Even the crabs were sunburned)

Gravestone

The gravestone records the beginning and the end. What occurred in the moments between is of no lasting interest to history.

Tradition

They rolled plates down the hill. There was nothing else to do.

Treasure Trove

No one knew it was there, or what it was. The grass had grown long around it. One day perhaps it would be found.

Pocket Tales #12

CDs

They hang from the trees and keep the fairies at bay.

Tapes

The only known thing of infinite length is an unspooled taped unwinding in the breeze.

LPs

They had been listened to so often the sound had worn away. But in our minds we remembered.
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Notes:

1. Made between June 9th and June 12th, 2022
2. Although the words for Gravestone and Tradition come from earlier in the year.
3. Maybe even last year.
4. Also I don’t know why I forgot to do the middle pages in Pocket Tales #12
5. But I did
6. So that one’s shorter
7. Sorry

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Tales From The Town: More Pocket Editions

I made some of these last time my niece and nephew came to stay, and now they were here again we made some more. They are every bit as pointless as before, but also quite nice (and this time my niece made one of them herself, and even those she’s only nine she’s already better at all this than me).

These ones were only 4 rather than 8 pages long because to be honest I completely forgot we made them 8 pages long last time.

Pocket Edition #5

The fire horses ran across the lake, and no one could catch them.

Mouth

It wasn’t as big as it should be.

Nose, or possibly a snout

This was as far as it came. We saw no more of whatever beast it might have been.

Eye

No one knew who was to blame

Pocket Tales #6

The Forbidden

No one had ever been beyond. Or if they had, had not yet returned.

The Locked

The key was lost. The contents became more desirable with every passing day.

The Lost

Nobody knew whose they were. They waited and waited and waited and waited and

Pocket Tales #7

The Bird (From Above)

A crow made of scorch marks upon the grass upon the hill.

The Moon (Again)

The moon had no face. They would never forgive those that said that it did.

A View

It wasn’t worth the climb, let alone the fall.

An Escape

Freedom always leaves the captors feeling sad. That makes it even sweeter.

Pocket Tales #8

Mirror

It shimmered as if it was the sea.

Snail Hug

It might have been small but it mattered the most.

Violet On Cliff

It waited for the day the sea would consume it.

Bird Bench

They waited for him to return, as if they were family.

Pocket Tales #9

Shoes

They had been up there now longer than most of us had been alive.

A Coat

It blew through the night like a ghost.

The Hat (A Metaphor)

The hat was very dignified, until it burned beneath the sun.

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Notes:

1. Written between 10th August 2021 and 12th August 2021
2. Pocket Tales #8 was written by my niece Florence

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