Hello from piglet.

I trot around Blogland, using my little snout to dig up tasty morsels missed by folk whose noses are too high off the ground...  

Sea Dreams

Carried on the rising tide of night, 

flotillas of persistent dreams set sail,

while whirlpools circumnavigate my mind, 

attempt to drown it.

I pray for quiet sleep to steer a course 

towards a harbour's calm waters. 

But all the while I hear the cries 

of ancient nightmares sinking down

towards night's ocean bed, 

biding time to resurface...

N.B. This came from HERE originally. In the interests of general recycling, I offer it to Friday Writings You can see me HERE - larger than life, perhaps...

For My Sweet

 With marshmallow kisses I would woo her; 

petal soft upon her lips they'd fall. Lips'

ruby-tinted hues, like wine, entice me

and she doth ever hold me in her thrall.

Spin golden sugar-strands into a crown!

Adorn her tumbling hair that falls below

in ringlets, glowing soft in candle-light.

This adds a shawl, the shade of butter-cream,

to parry cold from silver-frosted moon,

whose beams outline her dainty milk-white arms 

and tempt my heart its sustenance to share.

Will it, mayhap, keep on with it's beating?

Does Ada Trellis even blooming care?!

As for my asking - would I ever dare? 

See HERE for more foody/eating hints, and click Beloved's name (above) to see her answer. :-)

Tip Off

 I have been alerted by my pal Trellissimo, that Ada has been doing another rant to squash me further into her hen-pecked-hubby mode.

 Does she not realise, she's only rumbling away in the background like a latent volcano, and I learned years ago to ignore her at such times? My Best Beloved she is and always will be...  I pander to her every whim, although I know I cannot win. 

"Let her harsh words flow" say I. " I'll lift my gaze up to the sky and ponder, as the clouds pass by, is this a case of 'do or die'? Will a murderous intent fill her mind and cause a rent within our partner ship for life?"  

What would you do with such a wife? Answers on a postcard please, to Mr C Trellis, No.1 The Shed, Blogland.

Laughter or Tears?

That is the idea (suggested at P&SU ) and the following words give a fair description of how things lie between Ada and Caddoc more often than not!

Tears: 

Diamond-drops fall

down a face lined with pain,

while a heart reflects their sadness -

until rising splutters of amusement

erupt into full blown laughter

as self-mocking mirth quells 

the need to shed 

tears.

N.B. A word to the wise :- In your blog settings, checking there is an 's' after the 'http://' of old, will ensure your URL won't generate a warning triangle saying 'Not Secure' when anyone tries to read your latest post. It's an easy fix, and who doesn't like to feel secure? ♥

Am I Listening?

 I certainly am... Click HERE to see who asked the question.

My Ada boxes clever. 

But my plate is always full

of scrambled eggs each morning.

Our days are never dull. 

I swear to leave her never.

She says "Well, perhaps you should!

I might find a better suitor.

Don't you think I could?"

'Daft as a brush', she labels me,

or ' Thick as too-short planks!'

As happy as a pig in muck, 

is something that I ain't!