Tag Archives: Poem

The happy sad step.

The emotion-shaping balance board often given a wide berth capable of such destruction poor self worth enormous hurt depression and revoltion a reality check such tension or the long-awaited jolt needed to trigger revolution If you’re willing to let it guide you not abuse you spur you on allow the figures to seduce you intoContinue reading “The happy sad step.”

Driving back from Art Class – the diversion

A crushed velvet corridor Plump and green Studded with the yellow stones Of cottages with small windows A deserted Ashton Keynes No sign of any residents Only cars lazing in drives Grasses and nettles 50 miles per hour signs Rush past me Under the grey-blue sky Bats and bright red telephone boxes A large leapingContinue reading “Driving back from Art Class – the diversion”

In need of new transport

I watched my car swim past today As it breaststroked down the road Upon opening the curtains I’d found the world had overflowed The weatherman had told us That the forecast was quite grim He’d talked of impending deluges And the squalliest of winds I’d gone to bed and thought to myself ‘Just how badContinue reading “In need of new transport”

Ready for the off

Excitement immediately starts to set in Long-abandoned cases descend their home in the loft Too many seasons they’d lain Abandoned Neglected Not a hint of adventure No destination selected undusted, unneeded, superfluous, rejected Without notice they were packed All ready for the off Bundled into boot spaces Blocking the rear view Bursting with enthusiasm toContinue reading “Ready for the off”

Dust to dust

Ominous music plays gently in the background Thunder rumbles softly overhead I hear your voice and the chuckling of your laughter. “I’m going to ask you a questionand you won’t like it!” “Are you ready?” The end is drawing very near Indistinct conversations play out in Nirvana “Time to say the necessary, but I wouldn’tContinue reading “Dust to dust”

Licks

In the middle of Frogmore Street a little boy about four years old stands crying. Forlornly holding an empty wafer cornet  in his tightly clenched hand. Clumps of tears descending his cheeks; he wails and he stares deflatedly  at the two lumps of defrosting vanilla soft scoop as they relax all over the adjacent pavingContinue reading “Licks”

Lullaby

She sings me a lullaby in words no longer to be sung Alone I’d lain for a thousand hours and slumber had not come. I’d closed my eyes tight, counted sheep, eventually called out Muuuuuuum! Her tireless palm So soft, so repetitive strokes the side of my face and hair A touch, assuring, comforting fromContinue reading “Lullaby”