When the pen takes control.

From high up in the hawthorn tree

a beautiful song drifted down to me

I couldn’t see the melodic bird

but instantly knew what I had heard

not a skylark or even nightingale tweet

but a songthrush with its song so sweet.

Prospero, Alonso, Ariel and Gonzalo

Caliban, Adrian, even Francisco

if you are wandering from where came these names

then reading,”The Tempest,” should surely be your aim.

Wearing dayglo, his cycling helmet back to front

we know he’s a typical safety conscious idiot

while missing the sign he’s run into the bush

I think it’s time he went home for lunch

The earth, ourselves and all we know

of things called atoms is composed

joined up they form molecules

which we learn about in school

but think of them as fast-moving flies

whose movement makes the temperature rise

The little fairy’s wings were the wrong way round

they couldn’t lift her off the ground

and her daddy didn’t like to see her sadly sitting there

so he made a little engine to lift her in the air

and here we can see a picture of the lass

the engine in her hands and exhaust pipe up her back

I looked at the word froward as you might, and thought surely this cannot be right, for even though I’m quite good with words, this was one that I had never heard so as I found the word intriguing I looked on Google for its meaning