Posted September 25, 2018 by Lee Dunn5 Comments Humor

A difficult delivery

By the light of an android torch,
down a pitch black path I went.
To a dark door, unsuspecting.

Fronds brushed my face.
I slowed, and stood in doubt.
Have I the right house?

Plucking up courage
from an empty store,
I found my feet did move some more.

I follow fading flagstones,
and there, in moonlit outline,
the door.
“Moria”, I think.

I move to step into the pale pool of moonlight,
but blunder into an unseen itchy web,
face first.
Snapping its strong strands,
I see, in periphery, its maker,
in seeming pensive regard of his prize.

I tremble.
The door opens.
A dwarf-sized figure appraises me, and giggles.

“Your pizza is here”, I say.

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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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Reblogged this on chopkins2x3 and commented:
If you haven’t read Lee’s work, you’re missing out. Reblogging here as a public service…he will make you smile and often LOL

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