Sunday, 12 April 2015

#MicroblogMondays: Take Something

Take something quite ridiculous:-

And fashion a poem with it.

I have an idea!

Conjure from the fume

An Oracle: dreamy-eyed and high

She speaks in riddles,

To hold you in a net suspended over a

Couldron of wish-fulfilment.

"A great Empire will fall"

Assume your enemies end-

For who would imagine, drunk on power,

The demise of his own?


Now, I will bring you back, laughing,

From this grave imagining, though perhars

We should repent and weep. For,

Have you not heard, the

Doomsday Clock is set at 2357?

THAT'S three minutes before apocalypse, to you.


Don't be alarmed. This is a nonsense poem.

Isn't it?



  1. Even in the nonsense is the reality. The Doomsday Clock is such an amorphous idea. 23:57. 3 minutes until midnight. How long will it take us to get through those 3 minutes?

  2. A life-time, God willing! :)