A procession was winding ....

up the alleyways....

in my imagination's world....

a mixed motley bunch....

characters of a play. ...

that I tried to write. ...

on a lazy Sunday. ....

the hero and heroine ....

coquettish and shy...

lovey and dovey....

villains flailing arms all in vain...

fighting...shouting...

the sidekicks running crazy...

in circles without any aim....

a whole host of other people...

fancy sets and floating things...

a fairy tale come too true ?...

or a malicious plan already doomed?...

music instruments wailing and playing...

trying to find some scenes to fit...

smoothing out other knots and bits...

(like hidden sweet dreams or wishes

crying their little hearts out)...

the moon and sun...rain and hail...

lashing and lightning flashing...

cloudy...clear...

sometimes all dark...

weather confused or....

whether confused...

everyone...and you ?...;)

not knowing when or where to bail...

a wild noisy procession it was...

and indeed...a potent mix...

all it needed was a quick fix...

a story to make it stick...

that ain't happening real quick...

any ideas that might tick ?....;)