Saturday, 12 November 2011

Wordling Andrew

A funny word flies out before
they laugh – and springs towards the sun.
Let them chase it through a door,
pant and run.

Chortling, away it bounds,
giggles as it leaps along,
ringing like a bell, it sounds
a tinkling song.

Hightail as it flies away,
belly laugh – before they weep;
working magic through the day
and then we sleep.

Wednesday, 9 November 2011


Breathe in, contract.
Breathe out, lungs.
Breathe in, heart.
Breathe out, expand.

Hold in, contract.
Speak out, expand.
Hold on, contract.
Let go, expand:
breathe in,
breathe out,
in and out;

Monday, 7 November 2011

Scrabble and Poetry

 Scrutinizing letters at a board,
can I find a pattern for the most
letters, words and spaces in a twist:
pen inside my mouth to stop the world?

But no - no no, my consonants and vowels
confabulate a shuffled sanity,
click and land, enough, imperfectly:
when nuts are out – stop hammering the shell.