BRITTLE

BRITTLE Egg-shell brittle… My bones ache, My marshmallow brain blown out. Intelligent thought an Ancient lore. Active locomotion, a residual tale.   And yet, And yet, I still expect to be returned to normality, to return to full mobility. To run again and bend, to be able to play and think… Oh to think! Clear

HAWKING’S VOICE

After the sad news about Stephen Hawking’s passing, I had a strange idea. Would his voice die with him? It is a synthesized voice which would probably work for anyone who had a similar disability… So should it be made available to others or should it be retired like a shirt number is in sports?

FOLLOW PLAYLIST

Having received the amazing level of 200 followers, I have decided to make a follow playlist in celebration… FOLLOW PLAYLIST Follow you – Chvches – Every Open Eye I will Follow Him – Peggy March Follow – INXS – Underneath the Colours I Follow Rivers – Lykke Li – Wounded Rhymes I Will Follow You

THE CALL ON THE WIRE

THE CALL ON THE WIRE I dreamt of the wire again… The more I struggle The more it bites and snarls Entangled like in brambles… Like a ring of filthy thorns, Do we suffer for all?   And the sky is alight – Almost sunlight but hellish, And I hear the loneliest sound Making all

GOOD DAY SUNDAE

GOOD DAY SUNDAE You are the cherry on my sundae, You are the Kirsch traced through my jelly, You are the vanilla in my custard, You are the sugar in my cream, You are the shortbread And I am the gourmand, I eat your favours and flavours And I am satiated… Stuffed by the wonders

THE CROCUS WAR

THE CROCUS WAR Lined up in their pristine liveries, The regiment of Crocuses stand erect Perfect in their sun-kissed Rigour They await the drum and whistle Which will prelude the attack.   The drumming rain decimates their legion, Splashing their colours to the ground. The whistle of the wind takes it’s toll As more are

CHARLOTTE SOMETIMES (THE STORY SO FAR)

[I am trying to write the last piece of this story, but I have rather pushed myself into a cul-de-sac. By changing the P.O.V. in the last part to start the reveal… It becomes difficult to resume the original stand point. I will get there. This is an experiment…] CHARLOTTE SOMETIMES Charlotte woke up at

RAPTURE

RAPTURE Like the lovers drowned in “Women In Love” We cling to each in each An octopus of love. Minds of slender sliver Wired to one another A series of synapses Seeking one to the other A symbiotic singularity. Heaven is here Here enraptured. I close my eyes And listen to your thoughts And they

DEATH BY A THOUSAND SPRINKLES

1ST. HAIKU pretty sprinkles dance A game of death or glory with your arteries. My first ever attempt at haiku.

BUSY

TOO BUSY Things to do: Breakfast cooked and eaten, check Food shopping for the week, check Take the dogs for a walk…Check Wash the dogs after walk… Check Paint a picture for Morgan… Not Completed. Eat my lunch… Check Cook a chilli con carne … Check Cook a vegetarian chilli… Check Sit down have a