Hanging In A Jar

He tumbled into the underworld.  Though she swam quickly behind there was only silt to be found in the depths. Nothing more here than a silver fish with an emerald eye. She had seen him before. Back then the fish had almost stolen her life but this time he comes bearing a gift.   She rips open his belly; a spear, golden bright!  One finger pressed to her lip, a dagger against the heart.

Norway  Mull, Scotland Osiris was your favourite

That's what they said about the Van Witteghems. Always holidaying. Maybe he came into money? It'll be inherited. Have you seen his hands? Never seen a days work. The kids are just miserable though. Yes, you never see them play with the other children. It's as if they think they're better than the rest of us. The girls don't say a word, apart from the little one. But she is his favourite. Oh I hear he rules that family with an iron fist. And she 's just miserable, always cleaning and I've never heard of a house that needs it less! Oh, she'll be dead soon. Mark my words. So you've been in the house then? No, but I've heard. Everyone's talking about them.

Margaret never got over the time they made her dress like a clown.

Katherine was a delightful travelling companion. Though quite lost, she taught me many things. Some are glaringly obvious but easy to forget. Everyone dies.  This is particularly important to know in order to stop yourself simply walking into oncoming traffic. Doing so can cause your own death and that of others. Here I am in Pompeii before the unseen cart. Luckily no-one was hurt in this particular incident. Everyone is in love.  At some point. If not with others, then with themselves. This can cause great pain. Pain rhymes with Cumaean. I don't feel that it is worth expanding upon this point in great detail. Everyone is tormented.  Most of the time. And if they're not? Well, it must be denial or death. Or they aren't thinking enough. What do you do when your loved one lays down their head and doesn't pick it back up? Take to the streets? Everyone has introduced sperm into their uterus, except for Katherine. Katherine is childless. But she...

Vesuvius is beaten and Warsaw defeated. Pietro and Federico clasp hands. Ghosts of gladiators lie in bloody heaps. The sea's high gale tests the treetops. A blanket of spectacula and soft grass keep the lovers warm.   Much later, their bodies are found. Stripped of flesh, still intertwined. They had been waiting for the sun to go down. But the sun forgot for a while. Stalled spectators hungrily eye the eternal tussle. Limbguine, al cuore.