Wind flowing strong, weaving round turns. Biting through coats, so cold it burns. A dark night rising, fog cloying like treacle. A soup to be lost in, hiding the steeple. Air rattles panes, disturbing my slumber. What could this be,…
Wind flowing strong, weaving round turns. Biting through coats, so cold it burns. A dark night rising, fog cloying like treacle. A soup to be lost in, hiding the steeple. Air rattles panes, disturbing my slumber. What could this be,…
“What is this? You’ve cloned my house! From the highest roof, to the smallest mouse.” Each single book, upon the shelves. Copied in full, even the elves. Mimicry shows, regard most high. “You’ve even copied, my tiny Bonsai.” A sense…
White ponders, convinced of his win. Yet warily he stares, at Black’s full grin. His hand hovering, over ashen Queen. Doubts swirling, Just one of sixteen. A final scan, reveals his downfall. Black Knight threatening, seeming so small. Thoughts running…
Butch & Geek A world of justice, is all I seek. All treated equal, The Butch and The Geek. The Butch stands tall, obscuring the light. Muscles rippling, Spoiling for a fight. The Geek, a stick, so pale and thin.…
Speaking Out! Often when, we stand alone, we speak our mind, unto the stone. A sign of madness, this surely is. A glass of pop, without its fizz. Head to head, our fears unleashed. Troubles shared, heartache released. One to…
Ales cater, to all our taste, Bitter and sweet, and never a waste. Porters a treat, hops to savour. Beers abound, so full of flavour. IPA’s expound, the virtues of beer. Pale and golden, Guaranteed good cheer. Brewers beholden, to…
Down comes the Rain! Autumn begins, and on the winds blow. Down comes the rain, pouring full flow. A season for pain, as the joints forecast. Winter is coming, A Stark contrast. Hail sounds drumming, thunder in ears. Sodden, wet…
Ways of Life To be who you are, with nothing held back. True to yourself, no literary hack. To have the world, balanced in hand. The choice is yours, the fate of the land. To think, to ponder, and speak…
The Truth be such a fickle thing, causing pain, and joy, and all in between. Some men weep, and some may sing, Yet all are beholden, including The Queen. The Truth, a secret, never to be seen. Why’s it so…
What element would you be? Given the choice of four. Air, water, earth or fire? I hope you’re not a bore. Air for the Mile Highers, Rising to the occasion. Floating and soaring, ignoring the equations. Water, no stopping its…