DEATH OF A PALINDROMIST
See, still as mirror reset,
a torso golden.
Words sap, mock,
cut me open.
Old as a tide,
I edit a sad, lone poem,
tuck compass.
Drowned Logos rotates.
Error rims all it sees.
#palindrome
Thanks to @dastulika for bringing my cartoon to life so colourfully, and for cleverly transforming one of the gnats into a half-lemon, half-gnat visual palindrome: tangy gnat!
Now that I have recovered from my palindrome bypass surgery, I may just go back to Xcreting spoonerisms here.
'Mad in the glow' meant glad in the moment.
#spoonerism
Gnats, ‘tis prawn omelette!
Lemon warps its tang.
(Palindrome that would be enhanced by a cartoon image of gnat leader and swarm encountering a prawn omelette with lemon. If only I could draw!)
@Hennyhennies@teaforpterosaur@sleeepysandy Not really. Many strong drugs have horrible side effects that cause much suffering to the patient while still having the marginal benefit of keeping them alive or controlling debilitating symptoms.
The moment Samantha Harvey wins the #BookerPrize2024 for her novel Orbital and dedicates the award to earth and peace.
Catch up with the ceremony broadcast live on Front Row with @samiraahmeduk on @bbcsounds now 🎧
Enola Gay (palindrome)
“Enola’s in,”
a monk said.
I ask,
“No medic?”
“One grey ash, too sere,”
monk said.
I ask,
“No man is alive?”
“Evil. A sin,”
a monk said.
I ask no mere soothsayer,
“Genocide?”
“ …. “
monk said.
I ask,
“No man is alone?”
#palindrome
Enola Gay (palindrome)
“Enola’s in,”
a monk said.
I ask,
“No medic?”
“One grey ash, too sere,”
monk said.
I ask,
“No man is alive?”
“Evil. A sin,”
a monk said.
I ask no mere soothsayer,
“Genocide?”
“ …. “
monk said.
I ask,
“No man is alone?”
#palindrome
Fall (palindrome)
Lear sits,
old, a maniac,
sees tired, lost, pure garden.
Madder Eve fades, pales.
Tin empires abase, rip men.
It’s elapsed—
A fevered, damned rage rupts.
Older, it sees Cain,
a mad, lost Israel.
@LukeKennard Thank you, Luke. Because, for the aphantasic reader, the physical description of characters, interiors and vistas is like a cognitive bog to be waded through and I wish more authors would stop showing off with all their 'ooh look at me I've got a visual imagination' fanciness.
@dc_scrabblegram Nice one! I didn't spot that. A pair of tree-dwelling birds' nests makes a very fine arboreal aerobra if you can't find one in the shops.
@dc_scrabblegram That's a nice idea. I've lost the habit lately. I'll have to climb out of my 'birch crib' and see if I can get my 'red root nib into order'!