April's Frills or An Interlude

Landed well before 'twas dark
And rushed off for a walk to the park
Then hurried to dress up for a family function
Where the ancient and modern might be in conjunction
Methinks the contrast was strikingly stark

Another day was a tossed-up mix
Of shopping, mourning and salad tricks.
Marvelled at the gracious mourners
Later, raised a toast to worldly sojourners
-Talked of veils and worship, of what crashes, what clicks

Dragged resident spooks to the thespians' ground
Djinns, nostalgia, riots, music did abound
Alas, i'd bought tickets to the farthest benches
Three hours or more, watched from the trenches
Just as well that it was ear-shattering sound

Hurtling past, a global village stops
Flying by a flyway, lots of shops
Reminiscent of the enchanted woods
Folk from faraway lands with goods
Except that it's by a river-bank with crops.

Forest ladies walk this town
Some wave the quill, some wear the gown
In solidarity with their counterparts
Seeking remedies, toppling applecarts
Causing some to cheer and others to frown

UP IN THE AIR or HUNG ASSEMBLY

Infusions.
In the air
or in kettles
Shoals to the bait
-Whiffs
-Whips
and diffusions.
Sprays of mist
and tales that twist
to a brand new line
-Ensemble de Confusion

loadshedding

Boiling points
power cuts
turkey, turnkey
melt.
Sweltering
crucible
smattering of tongues
words bubble to the brim.
Posted, roasted, grilled, toasted.
Static crackles
cutting edge through sizzlers in the air.