An inauspicious start to this impermanent sunny morning:
concocted reality spooned from thin cardboard,
depressed tv chewing and spitting its non-events,
clagging milk onto sour grapes.
Enough!
No more faffing, jiggering, pottering.
Filled with organic vigour and creative biscuits,
for lunch I will emerge a new dish
available for one day only:
a glorious tasty sandwich
of my scorpion and the moon.
aplaceforpoetry 
Mr Fluffy aka Duncan Sparrow lives here http://nobodysreadingme.wordpress.com/
Scorpions are so misunderstood…
As are many things that sting.
Now if the moon is made of green cheese…Tastey!
You are right Jules, about stinging things. I used to look after honey bees, and their qualities are fascinating. I suppose the thing is to be able to balance life, so the sting is countered by… whatever. I take my scorpion seriously, but there was a full moon on the day of my birth, and the combination of the two presents bizarre poetic possibilities.
I don’t know about a full moon, but my ‘sign’ is Scorpio…
Balance is a tricky thing even when everything seems to be going well.
One of our children was born on a full moon. 🙂
Ah ha, November is an interesting month in which to be born. Don’t you think?
clagging milk into sour grapes… Neat. And ta ever so for the deication and headsup.
🙂