The conversation He said : “I only dance in the jungle” I asked him why. He said: ” Because it is better dancing in the Jungle” I asked him how it was better. He said: ” If you danced in the jungle you would not ask me that question” I wished him well and walked [...]
The Sirens song [ Voices from the Reef ] The shingle dance Ian Miller © 2010 all rights reserved We are waiting. Waiting. Waiting for you. Here in the shade by the Orchard wall. Soft grasses, Legs parted, We are waiting Waiting. Just for you. Lips Sweetened, with honey, thyme and dew. Here in the [...]
There were three Worm Eaters and one rusty old bicycle to carry them all. One was blind. One had a twisted leg, and the third was prone to shout. They ate worms and appeared to thrive. When somebody asked them ” What use are you?” The blind worm eater rode off on the rusty bicycle [...]
The nurse woke me at 3 in the morning and said: “ I’m sorry but we have to move you” She did not say why.
Even when lost in a slough, the thought of a Marmite sandwich, has the power to lift the dampest of spirits.
He said : “ I’m here till Thursday” It was 17:37 The dog didn’t like it, But I didn’t care. I was having real problems adjusting to the red background
Long wave It was always the same before a broadcast. The beach at Southport was not the best location. Those that knew, said the reception in Glasgow was much better. Nobody seemed to know if Budapest was ahead or behind time wise? Few cared one way or another.
Something familiar. He just went swimming by. I called out to him, But he ignored my call. I watched him swim away; And when he was little more than a an occasional splash in the vast expanse of grey fretting water, I turned away, And scratched the initials of somebody I once knew on the [...]
Bronze cast Gothic door knocker Sculpted by Russell Cliffton-dey Cast at: BAC Casting. 62, Britton street, Clerkenwell, London EC1 5UY UK. From an original design / Gothic door knocker series To be cast as a limited edition if interest is shown.
03:45:22 The wind was fearsome feathered. She took a dart from the dartboard, And scratched a message on the sleeping mans back. He woke screaming. His screams woke the dog downstairs. The dog barked and the wind was fearsome. From where I sat, I could not read the message she had torn in his skin. [...]
Dervish People ran when they heard the swans singing. Others held teacups to the walls hoping to hear more. I danced in a circle of arms Whirling like a dervish with only the shadow of a crow for company.
On a square of blood red cobbles surrounded by tall Lime trees I waited in a silent unmoving line. The light was not good at that hour. A dog barked intermittently from somewhere beyond the trees. My left arm hurt with the weight of a large bag, which I seemed unable to put down [...]
Never stuttered. The man with torn paper hair and corked mouth was never one for socialising . He bit hard on the cork and thought of bottled wine. He ignored the swans on the nearby lake, but thought often of the young woman he sometimes saw sitting on a chair close by the waters edge.
It was an unprovoked attack
Wednesday 30th Jan. 2012 Today I saw a wooden seat in the local park change shape. Had it known I was watching, it would not I’m sure have dared do such a thing.
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Manchester 1957: Luftwaffe Ace Savouring the packet of Mcvites digestive biscuits. But better still— My black plastic real flying leather zip up jacket, with the mock fur condor flock collar, and the blue winged insignia over the left breast. pocket With— Matching black plastic real leather flying helmet. Luftwaffe Ace: “RHUUUUURRRRRRR—owwwwwwwwwww”- DA! DA! DA! DA! [...]