Wormy the Poltergeist was such a joyous being. All day long he’d smile, sing, and jive away. He was from the family known as the Electrodes, they habituated down a path known as Lane Down Cove.
Here there were many from their clan, brothers, sisters, cousins, women, children, man, and they coexisted in dutiful dignity, capturing their own delightful pleasures, from simply communicating joyously and politely with one another.
The Moon, with his forlorn sidekick star, liked to look down upon the Electrodes, grinning from afar. How happy was he that this large family could live without turmoil or disaster, their thoughts, movements and words communicated so freely, slowly, rapidly, faster.
Then one day, disaster struck! An enormous worm, squirmed her way into Lane Down Cove to learn, to discover, to find for herself, the most tastiest of worm poltergeists, he or she would be her new satiated host.
Upon selecting the liveliest, unfortunately it was poor Poltergeist, the enormous worm set to eat him for her tea. And struggle this way and struggle at that, Poltergeist wormed his way away, this way and that!
But he could not escape, he was too weak compared to she, the devilish worm who was set for dinner, the evil monstrosity! Then calling out could be heard, screams perpetuating fear, knowledge Poltergeist must be saved, his brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins rolled in to save the day.
The enormous worm was regretful, but there was no time for that, in the flip of a coin, a lighting of the stove, the worm became dinner herself, how ironic was that.
Edward wasn’t certain exactly where he was meant to be…
(c) by Alice Well (LMH)
Edward was a sleepy penguin, he liked to snooze all day. Hours passed and hours lapsed, he’d nap to while away his days. One day he selected a new favourite glacier, to curl upon and rest his weary eyes, and wouldn’t you know it, by the arrival of sunset, he was deep in his REM cycle, his dreams already beginning to fly.
He dreamed he was in motion, in the deep freezing ocean, floundering to and fro, but not a struggle, no, of course not, no, no, for Edward wasn’t a terrible swimmer at all!
Then a sudden jolt, in fright Edward opened his eyes, taken aback by the glaring sun, why, he was beneath a shading tree, in the middle of what appeared December’s sticky breeze, from a glacier he had unknowingly travelled to Australia!!!
He tried to acclimatise, but all Edward could do was feverishly sweat, a penguin such as himself of this country was never meant, to be in such a warm, sweltering stink, how to get home, he tried to ponder, then heavily think, how could he return safely to his glacier with its calming icy drink?
But that glacier had ceased to exist, it was called climate change, of the Earth it was like its disease, and the best Edward could do, would be to become comfortable on the land, at least he was the only penguin he would set his foot upon sand.
And that is what occurs, when the world is uncared for, animals become displaced, and most humans avoid action and simply spout lies and conjecture.
We could all learn from George, and his saddening tale, take care of the world or risk unwanted consequences, our lives and planet are at risk, and of saving the globe and ourselves we cannot fail.
In this world there are many lost keys, spare keys, keys to unknown locks and lockets. They are known as the lost souls of trinkets, the absolute saddening moment when one just wants to open that lock, to that one house, one heart, one hope, but without that key, hearts can be broken, emotions rushing forth freely.
There existed a glorious key known as Sinterspookspand. She was innocent and somewhat gullible and naive, she absorbed whatever information was fed to her by the other mischievous keys. She was told she could open any lock, if she wished and wished and wished enough, they had her believe she could open the windows to the soul! Now wasn’t this ridiculous, why wasn’t she otherwise told?
So Sinterspookspand went about her daily life believing she could enter another’s soul, simply by unlocking their eyes with her simple key structure, at this notion I am ever so appalled. Luckily she did not pry her herself into the physical eyes of another, wouldn’t that leave a mess so atrocious indeed, something I’d not wish to be viewed by any other!
One fine day she spotted a shattered heart upon the counter. With a smile she began to contemplate, to ponder. Could she mend his broken self, if she wished well enough? As she approached he knew he must seamlessly rejoin himself and become tough. For the sake of this key’s naive self understanding, he mended himself even though he was eternally broken inside, and together they were forever and ever, this is the tale that would utterly divide.
by Alice Well (LMH) (c)
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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