All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue
If the sun was a spotlight I’ve no doubt it’d beam on you
If the moon was a nightlight it’d bring me home to you
If life’s great burden shouldered worth I’ve no doubt you’d pull me through
Clear heavens, smiles, laughs, contentment- and you
All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue...
I gazed at the darkness, watching the stars gossip and giggle. It wasn’t my place to listen in. But in any case my mind was far too preoccupied to be concerned with such idle matters.
Besides, I couldn’t fathom anything that would matter, these days.
The moon was different from those chittering, nonsensical stars. Benevolent. Relaxed. Magnanimous. He seemed to smile down at me, adjusting his g...
I stared across the scrubby moorland, occasional speckles of yellow gorse and violet sprays of heather being the only splash of colour in this barren area. Fierce wind howled and screamed across the landscape, whipping my tangled hair around my face, sending the long straggles streaming out behind me, wrenching any plant that dared grow any higher than five inches above the coarse earth out by the...
There’s always a girl in the window, of that towering, foreboding house which everyone in this town avoids. But it’s on my way to school; I walk past it each and every day.
Everyone knows who lives there. It’s Monsieur Pontavon, the French businessman who owns half of the restaurants in Paris. Only God knows how he ended up here, but we always assumed he dwelt there alone, devoid of companionship...
Once, a little rabbit stuck her nose into the air
She bounced and huffed around, screaming “it’s not really fair!“
She trundled through the grass with a rage that wouldn’t settle
At home, her weary mother relaxed, turned on the kettle
“How can I deal with such an attitude?” She thought
“How can I make her see, what the reaction is she’s brought?”
The little rabbit sniffed the afternoon sun ...
There were once two stars that had the misfortune to have been thrown, scattered on each side of the Milky Way. They could see each other - and they feasted on the sight- but the raging torrent, the pale river swarmed between them. They knew they’d never meet. Not really.
But one year, on the night of Halloween, all the crows in the world made a decision to do something about this situation, th...
I heard a faint cracking noise as I placed a foot on top of the old wagon, ready to hoist myself up on top. Mentally convincing myself that it would be fine, I pushed my aching body over the top and collapsed, heaving, on the slightly arched roof. From up here, I could see everything; the shimmering ocean, the wide full moon like an unblinking eye, and, slightly closer, the garish lights of the ol...