Summer rain

Summer rain

Dropped flowers 

In the paddocks

Changed the dam 

Muddy waters

Into a black scrying 

Magic mirror

Wonders to be seen

But for the hordes 

Of ravenous mozzies!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Aquarium of death

After living numerous years

In an ocean pool

They have been caught

Three magnificent crabs 

They found themselves

In a tank making the front window

Of a famous restaurant

Passing tourists take photos

Admiring them

Bored in this tank

Regretting the sunny beaches

The wind crashing down 

Coconuts on which to gorge

Admiration is nice 

There is a way out

They wish to be next

When the fishnet comes

To collect one of them

They dream of freedom

Swift death will be delivered.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Taking-off

Waiting on the Tarmac for lift-off

Screaming child thankfully quiet

I'm certainly grateful for it

Flight slightly delayed

Waiting to get the go ahead

From Control tower

Seeing the Virgin plane take off

Then the Jetstar one turning on

The main runway

It is always beautiful to see a plane 

Taking to air

The rain starts pelting the windows

Slowly we are taxing into position

The acceleration pushes us 

Down into our seats

We are in the air

Reaching to the clouds

Pushing through them

Bursting into the sunny world above

Forgetting worries left below

Mind free to roam in the azure light

Trolley filling the aisle

Neighbour on my left sleeping 

Happy dreams hopefully

Plane has levelled 

Business as usual. 

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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An evening at the ballet

Alice, what a trip

We had following you 

Down the rabbit hole

I never blinked

During the first act

Too afraid to lose

Some action on stage

Such brio, such talent

You held us in suspense

The duchess scene

Had us shivering for sure

Meeting the Cheshire Cat

Added to our bewilderment 

Blew my mind really

Reality became a moot point

To be discussed around

At the phrenetic tap-tapping tea party

Your meeting with the caterpillar

Was as welcomed a relief for us

As for you if not to your balance

Eating that piece a of mushroom

Might not have been your best decision

The flower garden magic

Brought back to you the knave

With the white rabbit and the queen

In a hot pursuit on wheels

What a delight she turned out to be

The tyrannical red queen

In the excesses of her court

To dance with her 

Could bring swift death 

As a walk in her gardens

Or a simple game of croquet

Power corrupts here 

As well as in our world

Justice fails, mayhem follows

The house of cards collapses

The hold of Illusion fades 

We are brought back

To deal with our reality

With the means at our disposition.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Traveling woes

Oh the joys of modern day traveling

There I was, a nice old lady,

White hair and bespectacled,

A bit confused as to which terminal

I was to check in for my flight

When a security gate popped up

In front of me

Dutifully I put my bags in the trays 

With my bracelets 

Passed through the gate

I started to collect my luggage

When a uniformed lady signalled to me

That she was going to open my bags 

Testing for explosives! 

Sure, why not? be my guest

When that was done with a negative result

To my great pleasure 

She insisted to scan my body

For traces of explosives.

When I asked her to repeat herself

She picked up on my accent, of course

I was so out of it, wondering how

I could have explosive traces on me

How does one know if one has or not?

As soon as one is in a public environment

One has no certitude whatsoever 

I was a bit vague answering her

She must have thought 

I was a person of interest

Unhappily for her, I was not

She left me for another potential prey

And I continued on my search for the right terminal.

I'm dreaming of a high-speed train 

Between Melbourne and Sydney

Which would put a stop 

To that complete nonsense

Of harassing the wrong persons

Nice dream, but only a dream.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Bittersweet moment

Setting up the Christmas tree is 

As a sweet task as any

With baroque music in the background 

Lemony mint ginger tea to sip as I go 

Trying to stop cat and dog 

Playing with the decorations 

Full time job, that one!

Getting each ornament and reminiscing 

When did we acquire it?

Who gave it to us?

What year was it that we made it?

For memories of people

First of all missing my favourite helper

All grown up and making hers now

That is bittersweet in itself

But more to the point

Missing all the loved ones 

Death took away

The friends that moved away

Wherever you are now

I dedicate my Christmas tree!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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