thus define a perfect pear,
fruits of her labour, that they are.
She wanders ‘bout him,
wanders through the tangles in his hare,
hides in the madness of his march (inside her)
until she comes out.
There is a bone of connection,
a joint diene;
a thermal cracking of the bones.
At the crack of born
she comes out again from within herself,
she is the tail between her legs,
fruits of her labour that she is.
She is the cock that breaks forth within herself,
the chicken and the egg.
She is incongruous,
a perfect pear (she is),
fruits’ of her labour.
Björn at dVerse has us writing us writing of Catachresis and above is my take on it. It was my original plan to ignore Björn’s prompt as I really need to go to bed and slip, slip into slums…
…but I couldn’t as (dogs gone (where)) he inspired my imagination.
My imagination based on a recent film I have viewed, which is: Predestination. It is a time-travelling film which initially hooked me until I became aware of an obvious flaw in the plot. Visual flaws I can forgive – but plot flaws do me ‘ed in! The plot a very much chicken and egg thing with a cock(erel) thrown in… Have you seen it – what do you think? Chicken or the egg?
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