5 Stanzas For A Book

a talisman
safeguarding travellers
from awkwardness

the magician
that makes 2 hours disappear
with the speed of light

a collection of words
the magic of infinity

I came to seek, and left
with the same clothes on my back
but my eyes are much wider

a mobile home with many faces
but never changing over the years
no matter how dire circumstances become

© Zelda Reville

Moonage Daydream


she need only
blink once
and 30 days pass


one huge, unwavering eye
to which the tides and the wolf
pay obsequience to her


a stationary mirror
imprisoned in nothing
reflecting her husband’s behaviour


a forgotten penny
that dwells in a two dimensional well
shining back from the depths


a speckled robin’s egg
spun in gossamer, covered with snow
someone botched the paintwork – unfortunate


a huge castle of ivory
that belongs
to the Man in fairytales


one special rock out of countless dusty rocks
who string their mute, unrequited love
around other balls of gas and dust


a half-arsed boy’s bottom
mooning his dad
his father, being asleep, does not know


Mum says a girl lives on the moon
she’s been staying with a jade rabbit
to escape her hideous husband for 2000 years


we waited for him
it was five years in the making
the question – stacked heels or feather boa?

Riddle #1

I am the
of Punctuation,

in a spherical dot of ink,

your tireless traffic warden
of syntax and sentences –

Admittedly, I’m not very likeable.
“Sparse, cold, uncaring”
remain the verses of countenance.
Even The Guardian tried
to get a veto against me

but no one can deny my job
as a third party revelation
for disinterested readers,

me entering
grammarian territory
as slang for the end
of anything – like, ever –

being the dreaded obstacle
to wearisome writers;
or the angelic godsend
to half-asleep readers.

I like efficiency.
I like being snappy.
My favourite pastime
is severing hideous
relationships of continuation
that serve no meaning whatsoever.

I do my job
by simply turning up 

at the right place and time.

If two more of me
would morph into the ellipsis,
the opposite polarity descriptive

of daydreams, wanderers
and sleepy conversations:

what exactly am I?

© Zelda Reville

Riddles! Riddles! Who likes riddles?


Lines materializing not on paper
can actually drag a brainless pencil.

Ants squiggle around your Adidas-shod foot
blind, but never miss their mark in the bite.

A score of 140 for an intelligence test
turns in a score of 40 in an actual exam.

Two consenting people are called out for adultery,
but another two’s love sees truth in pulp and ink.

A stitch in time purportedly saves nine,
but it’s always never enough for the cat’s tenth time.

The man down the street donates his time to charity,
but do you know that he’s got lots of young dirty in his HDD?

If decisions are made with clear-cut divisions,
then where is the division and the decision?

I am what I am,
but am I really what I’m not?

© Zelda Reville