Mother Combs gets out her broom
It is time to visit
There’s just enough room
For her and her cat to sit
So they fly through the sky
To see her friends
Just in time for afternoon tea
She brings with her news of the latest trends
And gifts from over the sea
She watches as her cat socializes
As she listens to Dharr
Who mobilizes
Her undead army to go far
Or Celia, who likes to play word games,
Eats up all the olives
And make up strange names
As they all listen to Phil Collins
Judey gives wise advice
About life and writing
She sure is nice
Mike is penning a poem about lighting
Mariann wants to co-write a story about a man of ice
Rene sneaks Mother Combs’ broom
Hoping to take it for a quick joyride
But the broom went vroom
And she about jumped out of her hide
When Mother Combs was done
She called her cat and mounted up
Soon, she was gone
Making it home in time for sup
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I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nim5 days ago in Wander
Comments (3)
Beautifully wrought, I hope the flying party was fly. Free verse having a day out. Lovely.
Oooo, I have an undead army hehehehehhehehehehe. Thank you so much for visiting me and making me seem so cool! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
A flying visit.