Calling Home

Thank God! Glad to hear from you, bro.

Fantastic that you made the connection.

I know you’re good, but I was starting

to get just a little bit worried. So –

what year is it where you are? Heck,

that far back, hey? You might have hurried

a bit too much, overdone the traction …

but no matter, what are they like?

You’re speaking from what kind of phone?

The rotary dial? That you yank with one finger?

Missed it by decades! That Tardis needs an upgrade.  
And you’re in AUSTRALIA? You’ll never blend in there.

For the Friday prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads': to write a poem including a rotary phone, and if there's a caller they must not be from that era.

A Girl I Once Knew

Hello, Anna, I tell the TV

quietly, only me here to see

when she appears, as she does

occasionally, in her public role –

old now, but not as old as me, and still

unbelievably beautiful.

A beauty that in youth attracted tragedy.

But you have survived, Anna, and survived well.

And, sadly, there is no-one else

who knew you then, still alive to tell.

Inspired by the Up Close & Personal prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads', but linked to their Tuesday Platform.

If Unicorns Were Real, Where Are They Now?

I am wearing a white T-shirt with blue writing:

Unicorn Success Club, and there’s a picture –

black head in silhouette,

a flicked-up mane and one long horn.

Where have the unicorns gone?

And what would be success for a unicorn?

I ask an angel, who says:

‘They are on their own planet now,

but they go all over the universes

clearing out areas of negative energy.’  Yes!

Written for Up Close & Personal – Micro Poetry (limit 10 lines) at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.