She was furious. She had been cheated. The hour of the meeting had passed and gone. She had lost. Everything, Oh how she wished with all her heart and soul it could be different. At that precise moment her mobile intruded rudely on her painful thoughts, the music she’d picked for texts blaring out into the quiet room. The theme from X Files, one she’d picked so carefully, somehow now made sense, The Unexplained. She picked up the flashing mobile, the intruder, and pressed the symbol for texts. The latest one read Continue reading
over your plan”
so I sat, as I listened
to the officious looking man.
He seemed unfazed by my frowning face
his cheesy smile fixed, almost super glued in place.
”Can I stop you there” I was rude enough to say,
for his manner was odd,
thus making me sway.
The room became darker
as painful words sank in,
like tiny daggers, aligned, strangely making me grin.
For pain can be a friend, adjusting senses from a tilt.
I ceased falling, I was safe, he was backing me to the hilt.
My Plan was effective, there was no doubt.
And the Plan? For me to know,
I have no idea, at all, where this came from, or what is meant precisely, I just went with the flow, and the flow brought me a question, which I assume will never be answered. Rightly so methinks. xx
Posted in Balance, Feelings, Imagination, Mystery, Planning, Whimsy
Tagged Balance, Feelings, Imagination, Mystery, Planning, Whimsy
‘Twas an old leather tome
left forgotten and alone,
muttering long at it’s decay.
‘Twas Magic you see,
had a destiny but
all it did was sit,
Ye olde leather tome
knew if it wanted to roam,
matters needed taking in hand.
So it searched it’s full pages,
which seemed to take ages,
as the runes proved hard to
Ye Olde leather book,
found the spell, thence it took
due care to speak magic words well.
Forsooth, it’s form changed,
to a Dragon rearranged,
now in a Mountain
Posted in Ancient, Boredom, Dragons, Fantasy, Magic & Mystery, Magic Book, Narrative Poem, Spells, Transformation
Tagged Dragons, Fantasy, Imagination, Magic, Magic Book, Mystery, Narrative Poem, Spells, Tome, Transformation
I put my key into the lock
but found it wouldn’t budge,
the door it seemed
to snigger as if it
bore a grudge.
I fiddled ‘n I jiggled
then resorted to a kick,
but that didn’t help at all
only left me feeling sick.
’Twas then the door
sneered at me
as it’s long
It was not
the door, or the key,
I was in the wrong world…
Posted in Dimension, Door, Fantasy, Imagination, Key, Lock, Mystery, Poem, Realisation, Whimsical
Tagged Dimension, Door, Fantasy, Imagination, Key, Lock, Mystery, Poem, Whimsical
“There’s nothing I need”
I said to the Stall Man,
stood drinking his coffee beside a White Van.
His eyebrows raised, his eyes twinkled with glee,
he thought for a while before he answered me.
“Nothing at all… Not in need of anything?
Well, how about this?” he brought forth a small ring,
saying “This is so special, why not try it for size?”
It fitted exactly, my eyes gazed long at the prize,
I asked“How can I afford such a precious thing?”
said he “Take it, for all the luck it might bring
It was forged by someone I met times past
may it bring you good fortune enough to last”
I sighed before asking
“What will the price be?”
he stared, deadly serious
eyes hypnotising me.
“No money will buy this,
it has chosen you now.
Charmed to your finger,
soon it will show you how
to travel between Worlds
thought long ago dead”
His voice now filled me
with excitement-tinged dread.
“You are destined to search
on quests travelling far,
Posted in Adventure, Imagination, Magic & Mystery, Narrative Poem, Poem, Travel, trickery
Tagged Adventure, Imagination, Magic, Mystery, Narrative Poem, Poem, Travel