So follow me follow away to the wonderful world of Weaver and there we will wallow in this weeks neither whistfully wanton nor wutheringly woeful poetry bus challenge, no, no witch is Weaver, but she will cast a spell on you, her task is magic and weally weally wickedly good methinks.
Unless wisteria gives you hysteria you should be eager as a beaver to get over to Weaver where nature and musings weave and mingle like waves among the shingle.
You'll be left wanting more when you've walked along her sunny shore.
So make haste comrades of the bus they call' poetry 'and gather the muse unto yourselves like a bunch of flowers and intoxicate us with the sweet perfume of your words, or just get over there and write a feckin poem. Right? HERE
10 comments:
Very clever but I must point out one mistake.....the one thing I definitely am is a witch - after all I was born on Hallowe'en! The bus is polished, oiled, petrolled,
scented, filled with victuals, piped with soothing music and waiting for you all in a leafy bower - so get writing.
Alright, alright, I'm writing, I'm writing!!! Gorgeous graffiti on your new header TFE and I love the photo of the rocks and grassy hillside.
Dear TFNIJT-o: Note: I am up for the task on the 23 August I wrote it down in my special calendar and I am taking Bus Driving Lessons as we speak! Thanks for the heads up on da Poetry Bus leavin' early; best to get ready early; i have rushing! Thanks TFNIJT-o!I like that!
Ok TFE just jumped on board the bus and heading upstairs for a top deck seat. Love the header graphic
You're doing a fab job witchy weaver!
Glad you likes Heather and even more glad you is back on the bus!
Thanks Chico, good luck wth the drively lessons, justremember at junctions the motto is 'peep and creap'.Safety first on the bus, unless you're writing poems in which case mad wrecklessness is encouraged.
Looking forward to your trip.
See you upstairs Gwei Mui!Glad you likes the graffiti too!
OK seat belts fastened for this one, I think! Born on Hallowe'en, our driver. A white witch, obviously, but exciting none the less. I love 'em !
Hola, Eejit,
I thought of you when I recently hailed the baptism of my crazy potato. While I'm thinking of a poem for the Bus, check out this wacko sermon
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