Laid out on the library floor

Blood dripping from out the door

The Maid was aghast

The Captain acted fast

As he phoned the police

Straight away.

The Vicar was struck

With an hefty iron hook

With a bloody mark on his face

A chalky mark drawn round

His resting place

The police set to their job

Despite the angry village mob

The detective was afoot

Walking in with his mutt

Sniffing here and ther...

He was staggering towards the fountain

Stolen pint glass in hand

Braving the chill of midnight air

Avoiding the call of home

He saw a woman shedding the tears

Of regret of staying with love unwanted

He felt her sadness and understood

A rose seller walked by

Distracted

He plucks a plastic flower

From the bunch

And surprises the crying woman

She looks up

Appalled and angry!

Throwing the offerin...

The talc leaps from the floor

As the feet twist and turn

To the beat

The polish of the wood

Burns

As the bodies move faster

And

Faster

The rhythm flows

Amongst the limbs

Swaying

Kicking

Up in the air

The beat, the beat

The constant beat

Which keeps the whole

Room, synchronised

In unison

Everyone moves in time

Time for the energy

To flow

Flow

Flow as if the world depended

On it

Moving it ...

The dead tell stories

In war-torn places

Stories that will

Linger on

Through heritage

And myth

The dead will never be forgotten

Their ash scattered into rubble

Droplets of dust

Into the eyes

Of newborns

Hope will be rebuilt

Despite the wreckage

Resilience is a power

Stronger than a cruel man’s

Iron fist

They pray

They keep watch

Crouching

Hiding

Running

The light of escape

And freedom ...

I loved that little fluffball

I carried him everywhere

I would feed him tiny bits of cheese

In his tiny hamster chair

Harold was my favourite pet

He really was the best

He would sit and nibble

On my lap

And cosy on my chest

He’d run round

Like the clappers

In his hamster ball

Til he felt exhausted

And had a little fall

His boney leg was broken

The vet made him a cast

Harold got much better...

It tells me what the weather’s like

It brings me a thirst-quenching drink

It's a walking general knowledge quiz

It cleans my dirty sink.

It remembers all my family's birthdays

When my gas bill needs to be renewed

It waters all my garden roses

It cooks me al-la-carte food

It’s like a walking diary

It really is top notch

It’s got all the bells and whistles

And it’s battery goes non stop

It rea...

It's hard to write when everything is upside down, ideas don't flow when all you feel is frustration. Like a cork stuck in your brain. The anger seeping out of the sides ready to blow and burst. When the solitary comfort of your day is a brave man reporting from a screen in a place not unlike your own, but now looks ‘alien’ in more ways than one. You think about your gender kin just surviving with...

Right here is where I need to be

To feel the earth underneath my feet

To take in the skies above

When I look around

The earth’s simple treasures

I am grateful beyond measure

We are not here long

We must take in every breath

And savour

As if it's our last

To see clearly

And to listen sharply

As what is here today

Might not be tomorrow.

Right here is where I need to be

Next to you

In tempor...

I'm balancing on the precipice

Teetering on the edge

Life is a fine line

Razor sharp

Keeping afloat

Trying not to drift

Keeping upright

Not falling

Into a slippery slope

I'm skating on thin ice

Daring myself not to go

For broke....

Put the kettle on

Think of an idea

Put away the washing

Think of three words

Doomscroll

Delete your title

Can't think of title

Think of new title

Eat a bag of crisps

Decide new title is best

Brain hurts

Watch TV

Log back in

Brain empty

Have a nap

Feel guilty

Eat tea

More tv

Feel more guilty

Go to bed

Fall asleep

Repeat....