Category Archives: Self compositions

It’s taken a while but now I realise

that instead of walking with my eyes

on the paving stones, firmly set down

closing ears and mind to the traffic sounds

that if I’m after a pleasant surprise

instead I should raise them to the skies

to see battlements, arches, slit windows

how many arrows had been fired from those

well although actually if that’s not true

I can still imagine tales of derring-do

as I meander around doing my chores

smiling at the memory of tales of yore.

Time really does fly

as you slide down the zip wire

Adrenalin rush

A day that had seemed a long time coming was finally here. To say I was excited didn’t even come close to describing how I was feeling. Practising for four hours a day to the exclusion of family or social life. My well-thumbed dictionary pages were looking more dog-eared than a basset hound. Today I would be travelling by train to the famous Empire arena to enter and hopefully win the all England scrabble championship, better known as, “Lexicon,” my passport to fame.

Umpapa, umpapa, that’s how it goes

umpapa umpapa everyone knows

whenever I hear the words such as these

I always think of frost laden trees

skyscraper mountains all covered in snow

from where loud alpine horns all echo,

apron clad frauleins bake apple strudel

while leather shorts clad men stand and yodel,

to the sound of , “Umpapa.”

Bright sun in blue skies

makes frost hardened ground glisten

Tell tale signs of Spring

The inscribed plaque tells us a story

of how Pegasus in full sun’s glory

when in the sky a comet sees

leaps full bound over the Pleiades

but he will sadly fall back to Earth

as to wings he has not yet given birth.