Ancient tranquil heathland
Bathed in dappled light
Dark farrows start to change
As winter turns to spring
Purple heather grows in clumps
Yellow gauze dazzling in sunlight
Covering patches over the forest
In the heart of the high Weald
Lies a forest of natural beauty
Small rabbits dart around bracken
Deers graze camouflaged by trees
This home of Winnie the Pooh
Enchanted forest to explore
With pathways stretching
Across hills and downs
This Ashdown forest
Such a privilege to enjoy
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Scrambled
How to make scrambled eggs
This is what i do
Take a non stick pan
And place it on the hob
Switch it on gently
Give it time to warm.
Take and egg and crack it
In a mug of course
Ground some pepper coarsely
Then beat it very hard
Beat it quickly make some bubbles
Beat it once again.
Slowly pour the egg
Into the warming pan.
Stir it slowly very gently
Move it round and round
Watch it turn from liquid
Into pale yellow forms
Keep it moving in the pan
Please don’t let it stick
Within a couple of minutes
The liquids changed its form
Its lovely scrambled egg
Just waiting to be eaten
Take it off the heat
Tip the egg into a bowl
Ready to eat with relish
Or just plain scrambled egg
Enjoy, indulge and remember
This is how i like my eggs.
Childhood morning
Morning has started
I listen from my bed
Birds chirping loudly
The electricity wakes
The shipping forecast
Talks from the bathroom
The kettle whistles
The shower hums
Familiar voices drift upwards
The clock strikes,
with 7 cuckoo chirps
the washing machine whirs
its on a top speed
and in just a moment
A voice will shout
Are you up yet?
As if you could sleep
through the electricity din
Of the house waking up
Once again.
Double
Day 15 Napowrimo
Words spoken in silent tongue
Only One understands
In complete harmony
Identical movements
Feeling each other’s pain
Like two peas in a pod
Double trouble
There are two of us
We are as one
Enveloping
Day 14 of Napowrimo
My words hang like over me like a veil
Fine mist engulfs me like a shroud
Dappled light reminds me of paradise
I want to speak but there’s a thick veil
There is no light just a heavy shroud
Echoes of words catch my breath
Beautiful sounds take me to paradise
Slowly exhaling my thoughts in my breath.
Still life
Day 12 of Napowrimo and the prompt was to use the index or contents of a book. So I chose Still Life by Richard Cobb, his sketches from a Tunbridge Wells Childhood.
As I approach in 1
I wonder about the locations in 22.
I can see the Sussex view in 28
Little Mount Sion in 34
I remember Grove Hill 37,
Where My Mother’s House lay 48.
Down the road were two people
i pluck from my memory.
The Black widow 56 and
Dr Rankling at 67.
At the bottom of the hill
still there today the church
King Charles the Martyr 71.
and the outside world 79,
from the Linbury-Buses 84
I looked through the doors and windows 93
The war memorial 106 was on my left
and i imagined my childhood journey,
in my pocket a secret map 124,
which chartered my holiday
a trip to the rocks, a ride on my bike
and ending with tea at Mr Evan’s 147
after all its still life.
Bookshelf
Trying to be brave with my reading matter
Can I find the right book?
I check the shelves
Is it really too much to ask?
I pull another down
Britons motoring atlas 2000
I little bit out of date.
The illustrated guitar
If I wanted to learn
Or The ultimate golf bible
Is that where the world begun?
It seems to be an impossible task
To find a new book to read
So I plump for the one on the end of the shelf
The lives and loves of a he devil
What can I say?
I give up!
So I took a chance on my own bookshelf
What delights could I find to read
Ten little Indians, laughing gas
All been read to death
Then to an old favourite
Pride and prejudice I humbly put them away
And chose instead a slice of organic life
To take with me to bed