Tuesday 20 February 2018


From an awesome prompt by Our Write Side

You tell me that he's wrong for me,
You say it will not last.
You point me to the exit sign.
I smile and walk straight past.

Thursday 8 February 2018


Another response to an amazing prompt from Our Write Side with an amazing image taken by Tara Roberts

I look around, my mind is filled
With pots and cloths and clothes and things
The clutter that comes in bags from school
The scattered stuff the postman brings

A sock hangs off the angled chair
A cup is perched right on the edge
Fingerprints on walls abound
Cat fur lines the window ledge

But if you walk across the park
And head towards the underpass
Ignore the coloured painted tags
Step round the routine broken glass

Look up, a square of pristine sky,
Windwashed leaves are dancing free,
Nothing besides, that’s all I want
The sky, the leaves and, down here, me. 

Friday 2 February 2018

As It Should Be

Tell me again, about the fight
And how you fought it to the damnation
See me writing how you fought the fight
And I look on and nod in admiration.

Hey, look at you, I lean in closer
You fought the fight and here I am admiring
You are the destiny, I just cook the meals
You come home to a hero’s welcome

And as I scurry round to find the feast
And wonder whether the wine will last the night
Tell me again about the fight
And I’ll make sure an audience awaits.

I do a thousand thousand tiny works,
I find your shield and shirt and sword
And lay in preparations for your feast
And wonder if I’ve done enough

So here you are, hero and warrior wild
And I am grateful that you stoop to me.
You are the centre of the bardic tales
And I, peripheral, will worship thee.