Mr. Gale's Tale

Mr. Gale's Tale

She used to love chasing storms. But that was before she'd been to hospital.
Now she leaned her head against the fogged-up window of my jeep in her haze of meds. So I asked Dorothy,
"Shall we go?"
And she just wrote a sad sideways 'No' on the car window.

50-word story, photograph by Lisa Falzon

Predator's Prayer, to Prey

Run gazelle, run
for it's no fun
to feast
on boar or
sluggish wildebeest
when I can have my long-limbed nimble one.

Leap gazelle, leap
Oh, my claws will rip you deep
yet I won't weep, though you'll then rot -
for long after
hyena laughter,
your memory will keep.


50-word poem, artwork etc. by Lisa Falzon

Love like a forest fire

I sit high up a tree. Below, branches crackle and woodland
creatures crash frantically through the flames.

Love like a forest fire.

I clutch my tinderbox quite calmly
though the flames have reached my tree's
roots.

Because once you'd said you'd leap
through fire for me

So, little grasshopper. I'm waiting.


writing and art by Lisa Falzon 2011

spill

Since the spill she'd had a relapse. The morning it happened, she'd walked in through the double-doors like a somnabulist, carrying the blackened body of a gull. She hugged it, rocking on her haunches, spilling tears while he helplessly watched her, stroking her neck where her gills used to be.



microfiction by Lisa Falzon

Robin's song

 

 Little Robin,
I've such a home in my heart for you!
Made of veins which you could pick at when it suits you best.
In the dusk-light of my insides, it is cosy in my chest.

They tell me it's a tumour but I say no - that's robin's nest.

www.microfiction.blogspot.com copyright Lisa Falzon 50-word-poem