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Brombough Blackout 16-17th November 2010
11:46 Nov 17 2010
Times Read: 1,132

Looking out the front door, I’m reminded of the war and the blackout, as the whole of he area before me, to my left and right is dark; even the street-light and, when I ring up, the automated lady on the other end tells me where I live and, that the fault will be fixed by a quarter to two. And the burglar alarms that began to ring at ten twenty-four and twenty seconds, by the living-room clock, have finally stopped. So, by torchlight I check that the doors are locked, before I retire, to write of the night by candlelight, as I can do no more than I have: ‘now its all down to the electricity board’, I thought and then, at half past twelve, the fellow across from my rooms bathroom light came on, as did the burglar alarms and then reassured that the freezer was alright, I closed my eyes and relaxed into the night, as the arms of Morpheus carried me away.

COMMENTS

NoctusAngelusProcella
14:36 Nov 17 2010

for a moment when you close your eyes it is dark as night,

but open you now see the light!

your poetry ever be enlightening!

love your lovely prose.

DestroyingAngel
20:56 Nov 20 2010

Absolutley another favorite of mine! :P

Date with the Day
16:21 Nov 04 2010
Times Read: 1,157

As if with a date with fate

I had left the door, with my

gaze at my feet as I stared

at the floor, aware that no

matter how I’ve dressed

I’ll have done so wrong,

as that is the joy of English

weather, I’m musing staring

at brown leaves that crumple

and rumple as I trample on

them: and pretty soon I’m

taking a bruising from the way

of the day, as the wind whirls

and swirls around me and

moments after I have turned

up and buttoned the collar

of my coat, the sun comes out

and then, leaving shops, where

I have been, it is rainy and

showery and, once more it

seems that when I travel, the

darn weather will unravel

around me, no matter how

I dress, or even undress,

for the vagaries of the day,

as I’m making my way

from home to the shops and

back, for a stamp, for the

my letter, wishing that our

weather was sometimes,

just sometimes, better than

it is, as I’m trying to describe

in words than rhyme, only

some of the time.

COMMENTS

NoctusAngelusProcella
01:47 Nov 08 2010

I love your poem very lovely indeed

Boredom and Alice
12:20 Nov 02 2010
Times Read: 1,171

Hearing someone say “I’m bored”

I tough ‘Good Lord’ and took me

out for a walk, enjoying the day

all of the way, even when it grew

dark, with a smile on my face, on

my return, as I’d acquired a copy

of Alice: and though it’s American

with the feel of a thriller at first,

all of a sudden, it takes that twist

wherein Alice, finds herself in a

dark, dark wonderland. And this

Alice, this very modern Alice,

even wore the little blue dress that

a fan of the story would expect to see.

All of that and a sky bug and small

bottle, marked ‘curiosity’ on one side

of the card; and ‘killed the cat’ on the

other. And, rarely have I seen a story

such as this, that I wanted to watch

ever-so much and, not been left feelin

disappointed, after I had. Assuredly,

it’s to be recommended, as it’s ever-so

well worth watching, this Alice and,

her dark, dark Wonderland.