Posted in Poems

Requiem for a mosquito

Why are you this close,
mrs. mosquito?
Don’t you have any friends
to cuddle up to?
Could you at least try
to keep your nose
out of other people’s business?
Because you’re getting
under my skin
and in my blood.

And yet so shy,
dear mosquito,
that you only dare to sing
when it’s dark,
whether solo,
or in a choir.
Please tell me why
you only appear
at night?
Did you perhaps
do something
that cannot see
the light of day?

I beg of you,
let me behold
your graceful dance
in all her glory.
Step into the spotlight
with your slim body
and elegant limbs.
Show your face
and I will worship you
up close.

For now alas, I fear,
I have,
my dear,
full of adoration
with my ovation
clapped you
to death.

I’m so sorry,
that sucks!

The last bit was inspired by the comment of the talented Rick Dijs on the Dutch version of this silly poem.

Posted in D&D

Dungeons, but no dragons

When dice have a mind of their own,

though the possibility is known,

still last weekend was absurd

and with death did we flirt.

The wench, courageous and undaunted,

with her fiery flail she flaunted.

Only to be put in place,

her cleric level back to base.

When monster gazed into eyes, 

his will empowered through the dice, 

in cowering fright on floor she crawled

and shivering with eyes red, she bawled,

until her siblings saved her ass

and brought her back to mighty class.

Then from the corner a new beast stirs

and yet another fight is hers.

A hellish spider from the abyss

bit her straight back into paralysis.

A second rescue attempt was made,

lucky for her the fiend took bait.

The wizard, fighter and the scout

dragged her, found a safe way out.

And from the dungeon they fled in shame

just in case a dragon came.


Another great Dungeons & Dragons weekend has passed. And though my part in the game was a failure challenge, it was awesome! Thanks so much, my Xaniqos siblings and great DM. I can’t wait until next time.

You can read all about our adventures on my website Dungeon DuTchess.

Posted in Photo challenge


Ese’ s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Hot

I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.

– Terri Guillemets


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Posted in Photo challenge

Travel theme: Work

When does your shift end?

I’m tied up ’till 6 this evening.

Great, let’s stick together then.


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Posted in Humour, Personal, Writing

Wine of the Month – sold out

The Wine of the Month? I’m sorry, but we’re all sold out. Those people over there drank the last bottle.


Our heads swing in perfect harmony in the direction of the waitress’ finger, while our brains try to digest this information.

Eh, excuse me, but what day of the month is it again?


I said, do you know what day of the month it is?

Yes, it’s February 1st.

And you are telling us that the Wine of the Month is already sold out? And those people drank it all?!

It was.

Last Saturday the V-man and I went out for dinner with our two dear friends M&M. We do that every other month. And we alternate in finding new establishments, keeping our finds secret until we park at the door of the restaurant.

Our friends picked a very original place: bistro Nok, situated in the ancient Prison Gate in Woudrichem. This gate was part of the fortifications of the town, dating back to the sixteenth century. Nowadays the building is used as a restaurant, though in the 19th century, the food for the prisoners must have been of a much lesser quality.


After climbing four stairs, we arrived in an amazing space. Only three other tables and a charming hostess. Dining directly under the rafters does feel special. And feeling special is a very good reason to drink a glass of delicious Spanish red wine. But we were not that lucky. The waitress, sympathizing with our astonishment, promised to find a wine of similar quality, matching our main course. She rushed down the stairs.

Ten minutes later she returned with two different bottles, one French, the other Italian. With panache she told us all about these great wines and we were almost forgetting about the Wine of the Month, when…

So both are very good wines. But there is a slight problem.

Which is?

These are both the last bottles.


Excuse me, but did you just say these are the last bottles? You bring two bottles of wine to our table and then tell us these are the last of their kind? And the Wine of the Month is sold out? What kind of restaurant is this?

Our hostess smiled and smiled, gritted her teeth and smiled some more. We told her she shouldn’t take our comments personal, but that some changes in the purchase policy of the restaurant might be in order. When I – trying to be helpful – suggested a wholesale for food professionals, she almost fainted. Apparently the wines at that wholesale were beneath them.

Well, at least they have more than one bottle.

I muttered.

Ah, but we get to taste different wines now!

the V-man said to lighten the mood. And the mood got even lighter when we tasted the delicious food, YUM.


Posted in Six word stories

6WSC: Art

My own entry in the Six Word Story Challenge: Art



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I wanted to write a deep and meaningful story about art. Oh, precious and beautiful art. But this horse has been waiting for far too long in my photo archives. It whinnied and snorted. 😉  And I just had to use it.

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Posted in Animals, Art, Humour, Movies, Personal

Mirror Mirror

My Saturday in Six Words:


The newest film of Simon’s Cat, Mirror Mirror. For all cat lovers, and for those who might be one. 🙂

Though I try to avoid mirrors at the moment. After another night from hell there are black valleys of exhaustion under my eyes, and my lungs are dangling over my shoulders. Either the changing of seasons is troubling my trachea, or the thousands of people at the Roger Waters concert last Sunday have been aiming yukkie stuff at me. This never abating coughing keeps me awake – perhaps even the whole house and neighborhood, I have to check on that – causes my head to pound (or again it might be an after effect of The Wall drums) and makes me feel (and look) like a limp dishcloth.

So please excuse me, while I watch Simon’s Cat another twenty times. 😉 Have a healthy Saturday x


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Posted in Humour, Movies

Eleven – for the fiftieth time

My life is a roller coaster at the moment, sweeping me along on a wild and fascinating busy ride. And it’s hard to stand still and breathe when you’re whooping full speed through the bends and bumps.

So I wanted to share this video, that never ever lets me down when I need to relax. In fact, it always cheers me UP. Towards the eleventh floor. And believe me, when you have seen this, the word eleven will never be the same again.

Watch. You will NOT regret it, I solemnly promise. And though I have shared this same video two years ago, I hope you will like to see it again.