http://slow.writerscafe.org/czechchap The original writings of author JiltedButterfly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995164 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  She shrieked and screamed and bawled and cried,"how can something so small make so much noise"soothing and cuddling and shushing she tried,She played her soft music and gave her soft toys,Doctors were called and psychologists sought,But still no relief from the nightly terr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/348370/ The sky is grey, heavy with dark clouds, that's not a metaphor - autumn is here colder, darker and more miserable, more than that.  They change the clocks so it's darker earlier. The only light we see now is out the office window. It's wake, work, dark. Dark like choco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/344965/  The sailors cling with whitened knuckles to the rigging,A fierce gail blows, throwing spray and fears of sinking,They look to the captain, his jacket torn and open,They look to the skies, black and full of storm,The captain cries, "Come on Men – you know the drill,Pull in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/344963/  if he flaps his delicate wings a hurricane starts in my hearta storm so violent -we close up the doors and block the windows to keep out the gusts - the gustswe didn’t invite himwe didn’t askand now we have to close the doors and block the gaps with old pillows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/343738/  A wisp of white smoke risesfloats, slowly twists around itselfit’s translucence casts barely a shadowwhich dances lustily and slowly spread over the coffee tableand the back of the couchyou could try to grab the smokeand clutch it between your outstretched fingersy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/341932/  a searching light scrapes the war torn skiesprotecting the peninsula from the messerschmidt.bleary and tired and bloodshot are the eyesfollowing the search seeing only the spots litby the pale and palid moonlike glowof the last line of crippled defense,those old guard who silently .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/341931/  I dreamt of a land like Coleridge - a distant Zanzibar or XanaduWhere water flows up and birds can talk and dogs can sing well tooWhere nonsense words from Edward Lear, Lewis Carrol or Monty Pythonare understood as simply as if they were just spoken - three, two, onewhere broken he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/337950/ A more sensitive soul would wiltcrumbling, crushed beneath the glares smashed against the rock - the beautyduty, a straight-jacket, forced to look forwardblinkered and gagged, functioning but not livingbreathing but not free to act.free to think though and in those thoughts free .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/329414/ Response to Baudelaire's Beauty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/326979/ staring at the ground between my feetrehearsing conversations - practising linesLeaves golden, dry and twisted flitter across the space from left to right - I barely noticeI wait for the the sunshine to warm the top of my headI wait for smiles to warm the top of my chestI wait... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/326686/ it rained today - cool and wetpuddles gathered in the low placeslike schoolboys swapping football cardsor cigarette butts.the soaked autumn leaves fall and attempt to float in Puddles - dappled by the random but persistant drizzle -but are slowly battered until they,  like the Lusit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/317648/ Clouds – as beautiful as they are - are still clouds.Looking closely at each one in turnTrying to find the elephant or the clownsOr make out the dragon in flight – is all right.But sometimes they fuse into one blanket greyAnd cover my world and my day - And I look up to see s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/313640/ Liking flashing images in a ZoetropePromise, instants filled with promiseVignettes of a perfect ruseEach flashing image lets a little light in - a sliverGlimpse a faded EdenSee its lush beauty in the sepia shades of the past.flickeringly impossible. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/312789/ Summer Suns sweltering heat sweats, movement is trapped, confined gestures are heavy effort - weightedtrickles of perspiration tickle the browa raised hand brushes and resumes it’s feeble fanningglare sears the gaze as the heat melts the day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/312788/ This is a poem for my great grandmother - who outlived nearly all the men in her life. As an old lady she lived downstairs from my grandmother and used to do the potatoes for sunday dinner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/305399/ waiting and waiting and waiting for love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/304438/ the first post jilt poem I wrote - and the one which starts the healing process. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/303581/ one to kick off with - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/czechchap/303579/