Ode to Olive Oyl

“Ode to Olive Oyl”

Thus, there’s an “Olive” destined for Popeye.
A gaggle of wild geese her voice intones.
“She is but what she is ” her Popeye sighs.
She keeps Sweet Pea so he is not alone.
She souffles Popeye’s spinach from a can.
Has many muscles like her dashing man:
the oily,  perfect lubricant.

(use “olive” and “mirror” in 52 word piece)

Shapeshifting 13, #7 Kickoff

Rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, the circus fun house mirror reflects a bizarre, plump figure. She appears elusive, mutant …her hair squirrels from her scalp.  Slimy thin,  she surreptitiously stoops, serpentine, snakelike…hissing…mwahahahahaha…!

Use the words, “ball” and “mutant” in  39 words.

Shapeshifting 13 #5

Confident; breezy his walk

’til he failed to notice the manhole’s

yawning jaws!

(Use “breeze” in a poem or story containing exactly 13 words. )chimp

Shapeshifting 13, #4, “Soap Sally Chimera”


“Soap Sally Chimera”

“Soap Sally is a witch bad children must avoid”,  says Dad. We listen for her twitch beneath our bed at night.  Goosebumps arise when window blinds flutter. Huddled, we are fearful to be found! 

Youth fled. 

Yet, Dad’s dire warning hovers, still…

in solemn shadows…

late at night…

memoirs of an ag’ed fright.


Painting by Henry Fuseli, 1741-1825.

Describe “Chimera” in exactly 52 words: (noun) horrible or unreal creature of the imagination; a vain or idle fancy.

Soap Sally Sonnet

“Soap Sally” was a creature most untamed!

Our dad warned terror came from such a witch.

If little-girls-gone-bad, two sisters named,

then Sal was listened for in ev’ry twitch

beneath our bed or muffled in night shades.

Our curtains rattled as the wind entranced

and goosebumps on our skin was surely made

when in the dark we huddled against chance.

My youth fled long ago from such a scene.

Yet, things our father taught us as a babe

somehow remain a fancy to be gleaned…

unseen, behind my shoulder, in dark shade.

Life’s shivers last a lifetime in some hearts;

depending upon Dad; what he imparts.

Chimera: (noun) horrible or unreal creature of the imagination; a vain or idle fancy.

Shapeshifting 13, #3, “Dream Diet”

Fruit face or Giuseppe_ArcimboldoVortumnus-(Vertumno) by Giuseppe Arcimboldo

“Dream Diet”

Love’s not a choice that we should make today.

We may not be compatible, you see.

My dreams include less fruit; less vegi-tray;

more ‘steak-and-egg’ man should I have my say.

Still, you might cure my over-weighty state.

(The prompt today is a rather fruity looking man.  Confine your piece to 38 words.)



“Starlit Bride”


The Beloved ('The Bride') 1865-6 Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1828-1882 Purchased with assistance from Sir Arthur Du Cros Bt and Sir Otto Beit KCMG through the Art Fund 1916 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N03053
The Beloved (‘The Bride’) 1865-6 Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1828-1882
“Starlit Bride”
Now, as I gaze upon bright stars, remote
and marvel at their majesty,  delight
returns to you again for there I dote
upon another incandescent light.
You are my luminescent, brightest orb;
your glow astounds the dark.  A burning sight,
your spark a universe I would explore
before the sun should scatter all our night.
Our lamp holds oil enough for this short life
my darling wife, whose love retrieves me from
a dark and lonely song; sad herald’s strife;
 lackluster,  ’til we’re in our final home.
As you sleep, a thousand stars may hover;
your light more splendid than our starlit cover.

Unlucky 13 Kickoff


RWS_Tarot_13_Death“The Thirteenth Card”

“Ogre, wanna quantum leap on a pale, pale horse?” quipped the delighted devil.

(Tell your story in exactly 13 words.)

>Mutant 750, #33

“Ain’t it the Truth?”

It’s best to let your sleeping hound dogs lie
or otherwise they’re baying at the moon.
Insisting cats make exit from their bags
may make them see you crazy as a loon.

Some like to make a mountain of a mole;
his hill a tiny fraction of the truth.
Some words of wisdom may be quite your goal
but best to shut your mouth; don’t be uncouth!

I’ve heard there is a truth, unvarnished, sigh…
but told by only children and some fools.
Tell half the truth; it’s often a whole lie.
Fact is, its form the strangest gospel tool.

The naked truth:  a cat could care less for
your bag of tricks; his pokes he best adores.

“Let the cat out of the bag”. (To reveal information previously hidden, usually from a specific person or group.)  I was amazed at the number of idioms existing in our language as I started my research.  I tried to use at least one in each line of my poem.  Even my title is an idiom.

Mutant 750, #29 “The Dream”

http://www.grammarghoulpress.com/Mutant750#29Linking to the HOSTPieta

“The Dream”

I dreamt I touched the mother and her son;

her Pieta so warm that we were one.

Impassioned, knew her thoughts grieved for her child

as empathy pervades my flight, awhile.

That pity lives within her marble breast

drives me to sympathy, profound and cast

cold gloom upon my wing`ed dream. At last,

I flew into such region we could share

there our sorrows,

*wing banded,

with despair.

* (to mark (a bird) with a wing band for identification)