Autumn turning

Morning is dark as a raven

the fog hangs in the air

street lights elongate shadows

slate grey sky covered in fog

smoke wafts from chimney tops

mixes with damp air

soggy leaves underfoot

small drips of water fall from the tree

the smell of autumn turning

Thick Pea Soup

Thick fog hangs in the air

Murky air seepsĀ  from the sky

it obscures everything

the visibility is zero

Damp smells fills my nostrils

the clammy air sticks to my skin

I wonder if the sun will ever penetrate

this thick pea soup today.


Mess and Mayhem

A Loud whistling noise shatters the silence

The waft of cooking bacon rises up the stairs

The dog paces backwards and forwards

There is a clattering downstairs

The microwave hums and pings

There is a clatter in the knife drawer

The cupboards squeak and bang

Its very early for all this noise

Its just another monday morning

My son is making Mess and Mayhem in the kitchen

It must be the hamster wheel of work

Calling us to start yet another busy week.




My eyes are closed
A pungent smell wafts into my face
As I gasp it fills my lungs
A dry powdery acid taste hits the back of my throat
I gulp, as I breathe deeply I feel nausea
The smell is penetrating my skin, my clothes
Its rotting stench rises up inside me
I can bare it no longer, my eyes open
A Lilly is placed before me
Purple streaks bleed into the white petals
The orange stamen sheds its powder
How can a thing of such beauty have a perfume that is so foul?