There’s no peace at
St. Emmeram’s brüke today,
blueberry blanket
by a drainage pond.
French dog barking, his
owners tap his mouth, calmer,
as each new face across covered
bridge brings a bubbly burp
of bark to the surface.
A herd of goblin children
short legs, long screams,
form a pack around the perimeter
of the cess-pond,
and every few minutes
one shouts, “Mama!”
Looks frantic all around
as if its only anchor in the world
moved on, leaving it
marooned on muddy speilplatz.
The pound of seesaw like
the punching of a strong man booth–
two seats thudding, never empty.
Then, the blades begin
beating the white icing clouds,
fluffing them with sound,
a helicopter circles round,
which of course starts the French pouch’s
aboiement flow,
No, there’s surely no peace at
St Emmeram’s brüke today.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Great mood evocation! And the french pooch has a great lead role! I love the “bubbly burp of a bark”
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Thank you very much. That dog, though, man the Germans can give a mean stare. 😉 It’s very much not polite to have your pouch disturbing the peace around here. Heads were on swivel. 😉
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Ah. Dogs don’t understand those kinds of looks. Immune as stone they can be.
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Truth. I’m surprised someone didn’t start describing what the owners could do to quiet the dog. Corrective advice is also very much to be expected here. 😉
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I love this!
A herd of goblin children
short legs, long screams
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Thanks, the truth. That place was a mad house this weekend with everything still closed. It was verging on amusement park.
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short legs, long screams…you paint wonderful pictures!
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I bet you were glad to get back home for the, er, peace and quiet there!
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Hmm, this was Saturday, but maybe I can flee there now in hopes it’s deserted, less muddy and pas de chein. Can I slip out the balcony, you think? Doesn’t look that far.
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Go for it. Tell us how you get on. If you don’t post again, we will know!
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😂 the bedsheets won’t reach ground, so I chickened out.
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That would have been cheating anyway 🤣
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No, that’s just being resourceful. Cheating would have been using my umbrella like Mary Poppins.
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