DREAMS OF A LIFE

As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but then comes a cough and my face is etched with pain, like a stalker in…

A BUTTERFLY’S DREAM

And so to bed, though once it was said that life is just an illusion. Well if that is so, then why, long ago, was my life such a whirl of confusion? A nightmare, a dream or so it would seem, could be life long ago on an endless stream. We are trapped in a…

PORTENTOUS PROGNOSIS

If Mother Nature could speak… I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders to be. I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze blowing soft, whispered tunes…

THE BALLAD OF THE SINGING STORK

A special delivery is often made, of a loving couple’s sweet young babe. Wrapped in a blanket and dangling out there at the end of the bill of a stork, in the air. Sleeping and happy the babies, they ride through the summer skies as the storks gently glide. Gracefully flapping their powerful wings, not…

DARK PANACEA

A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like echoes in dusty rafters. As you slowly subside, sinking way down low and you’re silently…

THE BALLAD OF BOB THE BUN

Our friend Bob the Bun, just loved to have fun and exciting adventures galore, he’d laugh all day and jump and play and roll around on the floor. Its a very rare sight to see a bun take flight but one day he went flying so high, he held onto a kite by the tail,…

OH, MOTHER

Deep in the shrouding mists of time I search for your smiling face. Mother, tell me, where have you gone and why did you leave no trace? Who will now hold my trembling hand in the dark of the dawning night; the thunder; the rumble of terror on high and the flash of unholy light?…

THE BALLAD OF THE SKATEBOARDING ANT

If you’ve ever seen an ant go whizzing by faster than his friends and with goggles on his eye’s, then without a doubt, skidding through the plants, you’ve met my friend Albert, The skate-boarding ant. From the day he was born he was rushing around hither and thither, like a spring unwound. His mum would…

THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER

It’s just a way of life said the man with the gun, you win it or you lose it and when all is said and done. But the odds and the favour can be tipped from over here by a warm winning smile from a boy with no fear. They say that respect is a…

THE BALLAD OF ZOLA THE ZEBRA

Zola the Zebra lived far, far away and always had so much fun, with lots of friends they laughed and played and sang beneath the hot sun. At first, her friends were a little confused and thought her a curious sight, for unlike her friends with their wonderful stripes, Zola was born purest white. She…

MADNESS?

Is it madness to want to speak to and smile at the people we meet on the streets, as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground, complaining on tired achy feet.   Is it madness for our children to play outside in the knowledge they won’t come to harm, that a stranger isn’t…

THE BALLAD OF THE LOOPY HAMSTER

“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But it’s not you, Mum, who’ll end up on your bum!” A conversation they’d had almost every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry, stop messing about, go finish your homework whilst I clean up this house. The show…

THE BALLAD OF KEVIN THE KANGAROO

Kevin the Kangaroo just couldn’t hop and jump, whilst all his friends were playing he would sit there like a grump. They’d jump across the fences and jump across the land leaping and laughing and waving their small hands They’d race all around on their powerful back legs, then jump over washing lines with colourful…

COLD RAIN

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave. Away off in the distance, dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing tattered old papers away. With tired forgotten faces and the news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter on down silent streets. The chill night air is biting as he pulls…

A BEACON IN THE STORM

The storm rages on, beating brows and bending backs. Trees in the wind, swaying else they may snap. Collars pulled tight, and heads bowed down, Not daring to look up, at the deluge all around. Through gloomy days, and long, cold nights. Through the turmoil of life, and though we may fight. Our journeys start…