GOOD MORNING

  As the sun beats down on another glorious day, the blackbirds are singing in their sweet little way.   The world is still and my mind is at peace, how I pray for this stillness as it offers such release.   The sky so blue and clear overhead, the world still in slumber; tucked…

A MOUSES TAIL

“But it’s not my fault”, cried the mouse in dismay, “I though I knew where I was but appear to have lost my way”   Sat at the foot of my bed with his hands under his head, he tried through his tears to relate what is here. … I set out early this morn…

BROKEN BOUGHS

Swaying aloft on a warm summer breeze The life-giving forests of wise, ancient trees… Lush green leaves of a forest, green, its purest form, now so seldom seen. Majestically reaching so high in the hills, no roots of malice; no hate or ill-will. To wistfully walk among bramble and bush; through wind-swept grasses, so gentle…

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…

TIMES BROKEN ARROW

The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can’t avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to say, as his time, like the clock, seemed to fly? And the world is careering…

TWILIGHT DELIVERY

The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment, a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I understood its coded question. I’m drawn into its intoxicating world by the pulsating rhythm of its…

WOODLAND WONDER

Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze, branches sway atop tall lofty trees. Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling wondering what freshness the new day will bring. Hopping about on long leafy arms, fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms. Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony. Bushy…

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…