It was the tune I listened to walking the dog. I good beat and a steady tune. When Will I? When Will I Be Famous? But in truth, for me it was just a beat. I have no intention of becoming famous I want to be unknown. I want to walk around without recognition. Maybe… Continue reading When Will I Be Famous?
Category: Poetry
Brains… Do I have any?
Today I have spent time being tested for all sorts of things. Why? Well, I decided that I wanted to know. You see, being a dyslexic, I was tested back in 1997... And due to coping strategies I may have changed. I may have got better! It is possible that I am worse. But I… Continue reading Brains… Do I have any?
The door within a door
It's small, only a foot square, and it isn't for us. Instead, the four-legged friends use it. The bang as it closes signals an intruder. Small legs scamper away from the dogs who cry in surprise when they find spines not fur. Limping back they press noses into my hands looking for reassurance. Wonder as… Continue reading The door within a door
Soul Mates
I know something is missing A hole, a nothing It ought to be something But nothing works. I tried chocolate but it only filled my waistband. I went on to cake, Same happened, a size up. I signed onto a date site, looking for friendship, maybe more. No joy, except someone looking for easy going… Continue reading Soul Mates
Sleep
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub Hamlet, William Shakespeare When I sleep I need to feel safe. I have nightmares; big scary monsters. So I have company. On my left lies my black and tan pup, and my right is the place for my orange kitten. I am in the middle with… Continue reading Sleep
Hats, spurs and belts
Holiday again. School's out. We're in the car and the music is playing; Dr Hook laments and Dolly Parton sews. Are we there yet? Mum nods off. We eat sugar. Dad adjusts his hat. The motorway is our horse but we have no spurs. Instead, we sit and wait. Still, country plays telling us of… Continue reading Hats, spurs and belts
The Last
That last biscuit. You know the one. When you put your hand in the jar and... nothing Then your finder tips brush it, arm stretched to the elbow, swallowed by the cookie monster. The triumph as you pull the crumbling sweetness free. Then the tea. Not too strong or too weak but just right. A… Continue reading The Last
I Believe
I believe in unicorns and golden lions I believe in chocolate brownies and happiness I believe in human kindness and love I believe in the sun and the moon I believe that in time everything changes, but you are the only one who can change yourself. I don't believe in endless darkness and pain… Continue reading I Believe
Some weeks I just wish I could hibernate
Last week... Lets just say I've had better weeks. It started with a headache. A thumping as regular as a heartbeat behind my right eye, It whispered at first, a half formed thought, then it screamed its insistence to be heard. I reached for the handle that would take it away and palmed the white… Continue reading Some weeks I just wish I could hibernate
Tis the season to be cold!
This is from a daily prompt - Mid-Season Replacement Here in Wales we are running toward the winter. The days are getting duller and quieter. The tourists have long since gone and the few that are left tend to be walkers and wildlife watchers. The shops are gearing up for Christmas and the talk on… Continue reading Tis the season to be cold!
Kate Murray - Cleaver 