Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
The clocks had already circled backwards when I took shelter in the passageway beside the second hand book shop.
Pumpkats – Rattertats! Hatterchats? Soupcats!
A lone reflection for sorrow A life-long mate brings mirth Fledgling foretells a funeral Charming broods a live birth
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
The novelty of alliteration, discovered in childhood (a time that often seems like a million years ago to me now) never really faded.