I am a retired artist who likes to dabble in a bit of writing, sometimes darkly humourous or sometimes with a social message - always quirky.
War Drobes Traditionally, years ago, home furniture was built as a matching set - the same style, and the same wood. All in the same family you might say. It was similar with household appliances.
Home is where the Heart is
Home is where the heart is But you broke it The old clothes shop is where my second hand is My foot is on the end of a soldier’s leg
A Partridge in a Pear Tree
A Partridge in a Pear Tree What? Most songs have a modicum of truth attached to the lyrics, utilising the life’s experience of the writer who carefully chooses parts of his or her life to whom the hearing public can relate to. Words like love; marriage; friend; hate; mother; father etc, etc. Those words are then carefully moulded around a tune that is easily repeatable and which will hopefully get everyone singing along with them. The example I shall give is, what is known as a poetic form called “cumulative verse,” which is supposed to help you remember useless, mindless twoddle.
The Changing Room I awakened to the song that was humming out of the radio, ‘When I woke up this morning, you were on my mind,’ by Crispian St. Peters.
The Long Arm of the Thaw
The Long Arm of The Thaw A Watery End. My mind was made up for me after listening to the lyrics from the opening credits to the TV programme, ‘Mash’.
A Nice Pear
A Nice Pear (forbidden fruit) Original Sin It all began at the end of the beginning. Eve was sitting quite content, underneath what she thought was an apple tree. A breath of wind shook the tree in the gentlest of way, but enough to dislodge a dangling fruit. It landed on Eve’s lap. Eve looked down in puzzlement. The fruit was a little bit yellow and quite a bit red and looked very enticing. Curiosity got the better of her. First, she lifted it to her nose, and sniffed it. Indeed, it did smell fruity even though Eve had no idea what a fruit was. She was mesmerised. It seemed to be the only object catching her interest.
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
THE GREEN LIGHT The Long Sleep I was plucking my ear hair. Things were going swimmingly. And then I started plucking out my nasal hair.
Elements Airless THE BOX The brown paper package arrived on my doorstep a week ago. There had been a loud hammering on our reinforced metal door followed by loud barking from our dog, Fluffyroll.