The House Swap

My friend asked me nicely if she and her son
could stay at my house like she’d previously done
and I couldn’t say no since she happened to be
The owner and landlord, the kind you don’t see.
Having the house swap was a strain in itself
Like changing the spot for your elf on the shelf
Like breaking the chain of supposed events
Like paying a mortgage instead of high rents
But the biggest dilemma starts right from the start
From a sanctimonious sister who plays no real part
In my life as I see it, along with the rites
Like the big ugly bumps from a mosquito bug’s bites
For she lives in the basement and never pays rent
for all of her money has already been spent.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

house swap, change, break:

Above the Brine

Raven has a sonnet to go with this week’s photo

Jezzie G

Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

This week’s sonnet is the Byronic Sonnet created in honour of that moodiest of moody romantic poets, Lord Byron. Kinda matches the pic well, I think

Above the Brine
Form: Byronic Sonnet

The hidden caves on a rugged coastline
That the ancient smugglers knew so well
Now stories the legends of which we tell
Of pirates and rum and all things fine
And their booty hidden above the brine
Avoiding dutymen and their taxes
By the lunar light before she waxes
They hauled it all in, including fine wine

But the king, he ordered the caves barred up
For taxes paid for his warmongering and sin
His people were left with no booze to sup
No brandy or wine, let them have dry gin
Nowadays those rusty bars remain up
But don’t keep the ghosts of old pirates…

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