Snow White’s Robin

Day 21 of napowrimo

 

 

I saw her coming closer

She didn’t see me hide

I watched her knock on the door

I flew onto the roof.

No one answered, she stepped inside

I flew to the window sill.

She looked around the little house

I kept very still

She counted all the chairs

I was brave and hopped inside

She counted all the cups and plates

i watched her as she moved

she climbed the stairs and counted beds

i flew to the edge of the room

She lay down on the little bed

I hopped onto the post

She closed her eyes and dozed right off

I closed my eyes as well.

Suddenly I heard loud shouts

My feathers shook

‘Who is this girl’ a little man said

I wanted just to hide

She opened her eyes and said ‘hello’

The little men stood back

‘Hello little robin were you looking after me?’

She asked as she stroked my head

I nodded slowly and looked around

The seven men were not pleased

‘I’m Snow White, can i stay a while?’

She asked the one with the ears

They nodded slowly, no one spoke

She got right out of bed.

And with that they followed her down the stairs

And i flew overhead

She made them dinner

We all sat down

And that’s how the story started

As for the bad bits

We will skip them now

I rather like the way it is

Happiness and lots of smiles

Snow white, seven dwarves and

Me the little red robin

Who watched the story unfold.

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Angry wind

You howl around the house
Bending branches
Thrashing against the window
What do you want?
So Desperate to engage with me
I’m non responsive
You Force the glass, it shakes
You Rattle the doors
You roar and moan
I don’t understand you
Your fury is forceful
I am quiet
I stop and listen
I hear your screams, your pain
Your howling drops to a breeze
You whisper, I see you now
You are calm again
The world is still once more

The House Opposite

The House Opposite

The House Opposite – Rye

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I am opposite ‘The House Opposite’

Opposite to what? I thought.

Its dark oak panelled doors

Each one exquisitely carved

The old dark handle

And the bright new lock

Set in dark oak frames

Beaten, knocked, gouged.

What stories could you tell me?

With your lamp above the door

Who used to enter you?

And what is it your opposite to?

Are you different from across the cobbled road?

Is it modern where you are old?

So I cross the cobbles

And look to see what the house could see

And Opposite was another house

Almost identical

With the name

‘The House Opposite to Me’.

A Thousand Stories

beach hut

A thousand stories,

behind every door

a pink one a blue one

stripes in bright colours

a beach hut of tales

waiting to be told.

Rotten doors,

broken locks

peeling paint

salt air pummeling

sun scorching blistering

screeches of seagulls

laughter and tears

a thousand stories on

A trip to the beach

Uninvited Ghost

There is something not quite right

Something feels a little weird

The door which I closed this morning

Is now ajar. I stand still

 

My heart beats loudly, inside my head

I walk into the lounge, its silent

I cant quite work out whats missing,

I stand still looking around

 

The fish pump is quiet, its not working at all

I look at the plug, its turned off

The phone is unplugged as well,

Something here is not right

 

I sit silently, I take it all in

An old lady died here last year

Is she trying to tell me something?

I really don’t want a ghost here.

 

I shake myself together,

It must have been me,

Not with it this morning,

There is no uninvited ghost here.