I Wish- A Short Rhyme

A muddled jumble gath’ring dust
And cobweb littered spaces.
A storage place of scattered things,
And half remembered faces.

A million facts or maybe less*,
But filed in random nooks.
Memories and words galore,
Most gleaned from many books.

They hit the page in order
Well, usually more or less!
It sometimes even makes some sense;
Not always, I confess.

Is it just an ageing thing,
My mind is such a mess?
Just penning these few paltry lines
Has caused me so much stress!

Painting walls, and sanding wood,
I really wished I’d time,
To write an entry for this month
And not just this short rhyme.

*(fewer, but poetic licence rules OK)

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Plan B

Michael loved Jenny from the moment they met. It sounds trite but that’s how it was. She was his soulmate, his rock. They married, had two children, started a business and yes, despite some hard times, they built a comfortable and an absorbing life together. Until now. Like many men, he was not skilled at self-reflection or introspection. Something was wrong. He felt weary, emotionless and empty, and the only solution was to run.

The Ballad of Brave Monty Mouse- Redux

The Ballad of Brave Monty Mouse

Part One: Danger

Alone at night, and on the prowl,
How they fear this wise old owl.
The mice stay quivering in the nest,
How can they feed or take a rest?

Hocus Pocus?

A wail of utter distress reverberated relentlessly throughout his head.

“Jenna, calm down, what’s happening? ”

“It’s Sam. He’s vanished.” Her distress ratched up several notches again as she thought about what had happened.

He sent calming thoughts in her direction and then appeared by her side at the bottom of the stairs. There was no sign of the little boy she was supposed to be babysitting for the evening, but Tom could sense he was quite close.

Jamie and the Tiger

It was only his first term at School. Jamie was homesick and miserable at first, but he was only seven. He hated the noise and bustle, and the strangeness of it all. He missed home, his mother and his little sister; they now seemed so very far away.

“Be a brave chap,” his father had said, “it’s only two years and you can fly over and visit at Christmas and the summer holidays”

And so we did!

How on earth was I supposed to explain my husband’s latest plan to the children? What do you say to two small boys under five when their father had left us to live with his… I couldn’t even think of a suitable word to describe her! Well actually I could but they were hardly the sort of terms Jamie and David would understand.

A Winter Baby

It had been one of the hardest winters in living memory. And there was no end in sight. The grown ups told of a time when the sea did not freeze and the rivers flowed from the distant mountains. All was ice now and still the snow fell softly.

His parents talked confusingly of global warming and ice ages, but David knew better. It was all Beth’s fault. Young though she was she had enormous power. She was fascinated by the falling snow and the icicles hanging down from the gutters. David feared that spring would never arrive until Beth grew bored with the ice and snow.