(It’s not exactly poetics, but it is fun, therefore poetry. )
Parallel play doesn’t have to be in-person so Bri and I, and the Hellhound—we seem to be pet-sitting for Adam— and a few hundred dozen ants, did a cosplay of our own local. (Ants were playing the role of a legion of demons.)
There are too many photos to dump on social media so I’ll have to link.
I must say I like the meeting place, across the road from Centre de L’Amour. (I’m sure that’s accidental.)
My favourite handsome devil was waiting for me with the Hellhound on the park bench.
They’ve spotted me.
We’ll wait until we’re sure no one has spotted us. Hard not to sit a little too close to be plausible hereditary enemies.
My favourite demon knows how to strike a pose.
Still time. We have the frozen peas, but no ducks. There was briefly a loon but she was uninterested.
To the world. I sense love.
Banana, fish, gorilla, shoelace with a dash of nutmeg, I may have overdone the miracling up of a picnic. That is a lot of food for two person-shaped beings.
The ants seem to have started before us. Hellhound appreciated his burger.
There was an unseemly loud vocalizations but I swear it wasn’t me. It seems it was a man down the shoreline who dunked into the water(?!) It is 13 degrees in the air(?!) Far too cold for swimming but he seemed to enjoy it. There’s no accounting for tastes.
Can I tempt you to some cheese? No that’s your job isn’t it? Ah, temptation accomplished.
Hellhound is getting restless for a walk. And the demon offers me a banana. *blush, blush*
btw, The Ineffable Con (next one Aug 21-23, 2026 in Cookham, UK and Online) raises money for alzheimersresearchuk.org in memory of Sir Terry Pratchett.
#RoadToGO3.
3 days left until #GoodOmens season 3!
Will we have sushi, crepes, or pizza to watch?