When the pen takes control.

As the burning sun illuminates the golden sandstone blocks

The ramshackle convoy speeds along the dusty desert road

Following the gaudy balloons that soar high in cloudless skies

Many of us know the word and most think they understand what it means but how many of us are aware that, “Psyche,” was both the Greek and Roman Goddess of the soul. Born as a mortal, her beauty was reputed to be the equal of Aphrodite. Eros was enamoured of her and they were only able to be together after she was able to overcome many trials until she was finally granted immortality and her name lives on as an aspect of human quality that may correspond to the personification of the soul or at least a mental manifestation.

I sat down at my desk and thought I know

I’ll tell you something I remembered from a long time ago

so I looked it up on Google to find the exact date

and to my surprise it was nineteen fifty eight

when the invisible man had always made us stare

by removing his bandage it seemed there was nothing there

Did the person who dropped the bottle know

there would be so many ripples slowly

spreading outwards from the first impact

following no predetermined track

each circle follows in the leader’s wake

till calm falls once more upon the lake

Egyptian goose, may be seen amongst larger flocks of wild geese

Heads held low over the grass, the wild geese feed furiously before the salt marsh grasses are flooded by the tide once more, all except the nominated sentinel, who stands alone, head held high, ready to sound the alarm at any sign of danger.

Daedalus and Icarus while escaping flew up to the skies

for an avian adventure and of course it was no surprise

Icarus ignored his father thus causing his demise

Yesterday I was walking down by the sea

and I noticed all the boats were out on the quay

so I asked a boat owner if he could tell me why

with a grin he said we’re waiting for the tide

I said to him thanks for telling me this

but I suspected he was taking the mickey

A turtle shell horn

plays it’s note without a reed

sound of Southern seas

Although I am not trying or wanting to insult your

intelligence but I feel that it’s time for some culture

so if we start off by crossing Trafalgar Square

we can go into the National Gallery where

on every floor you can see right up to the rafters

great works from some of art’s best known Great Masters

and if this exhibition is not really to your taste

then perhaps we should go with great haste

to the West End and find somewhere to stop for a

quick drink or two before visiting the opera.