Feather And Fang – 5th December 2025

The Garuda flashes wings on high,
in the hunt for its eternal foe;
Born from a mother’s binding sigh,
from bitter chains of long ago.

Dazzled by the sun-god’s splintered light,
the Naga bows again, brought low;
One tastes the freedom earned in flight,
one tastes the curse its mothers sow.

In peaceful skies, the hunter prevails
and thus, in this unending chase;
matched by trembling serpent tails,
a cosmic balance finds its place.

Based on this tale:
According to Hindu and Buddhist stories, the giant birdlike Garuda spends all of eternity killing the snake-like Nagas. The feud started when the Garuda’s mother and the Nagas’ mother married the same husband. The husband granted each wife one wish. The Nagas’ mother asked for a thousand Naga sons. Garuda’s mother wished for just two children but that each child would be equal to 1,000 Naga sons. Their rivalry continued until Garuda’s mother lost a bet and became the servant and prisoner of the Nagas’ mother. The Garuda was able to free his mother by stealing the nectar of immortality from the gods. But he swore vengeance for his mother’s treatment and has been fighting Nagas ever since.
Shared with dVerse – Tuesday Poetics – creature feature

from thaizer.com

Things Got In The Way – 29th November 2025

Inspired and paraphrased from the start of this post at Spinning Visions.
5th Dec 2025 – Shared with dVerse OLN #397 as this one didn’t get many eyes yet.

We used to sing on the sidewalks,
pen crazy slogans on the back of our hand,
rambled on philosophically,
ignorant of all that the future had planned.

Then came the thinking, as others pointed out
when confronting everything we’d say;
we didn’t realise that we knew who we were
until too many things got in the way.

Tiny Town – 27th November 2025

This is the town that time forgot,
and GPS no longer works;
The place that never moved forward;
residents full of quacks and quirks.

Within its limits, you are cornered;
this is the town that time forgot;
With its rituals, no one questions;
this is a map without a dot.

Roads that leave town are suggestions,
the words are full of many paths;
This is the town that time forgot;
always the same in photographs.

Rare visitors soon lose the plot;
the centre is just out of shot;
One day, its history just stopped;
this is the town that time forgot.

Written for the Chimeric Poetry Scavenger Hunt:
write a Quatern with a Chain Rhyme.