The Bed Monster

there is a monster in my bed
a friendly one it seems
out he pops when I’m asleep
and brightens up my dreams
he pops back in when I awake
and pulls the covers tight
and there he waits anticipating
just what he’ll do tonight

A Bit of a Lark

he sat inside an easter egg
and took a little bite

chock a block with chocolate
then burst out to the light

endorphins warm with cocoa
mouth all sweet and dark

he punched right through
and sang out loud
a candy covered lark.

Willow

I watch a willow
from my window
waving, weeping in wind’s sway
whose weft
and weaving
through her branches
wipes her woeful tears away.

A Little Ode To Færies

though winter’s burned the gold away
between new snowdrops faeries play
their eternal games until the spring
for busy are these elfin folk
their task as always to invoke
the spirit of their love in everything
singing joys across the hours
bringing forth the crocus flowers
painting crowns upon the daffodils
for without their magic ways
we’d be cursed to darker days
so bless-ed be the hope that they instill

All Aboard

all aboard the butterfly
the station master roared
passengers rushed to their seats
the baggage all was stored
wings were primed and nectar stoked
enough to last the day
the whistle blew and flags were waved
and the butterfly flew away.

The Merry Goes Round

calliope whirlygig
hurdy-gurdy groove
round and round the carousel
is how we like to move
up and down the horsey heads
and in and out the lights
the organ sounds like candy floss
on this neon starlit night.

Vulcan

Hephaestus strikes the anvil
and the world shatters apart
his furnace red and fired
as any lover’s heart.
His passion spreads across the land
and ashen his desire
when the smoke has lifted
such destruction has he sired

Post Modern Nursery Rhyme

are these carrots vegan
I heard the old man say
they are, but not so cruelty free
we sliced them up today
in that case I’ll have chick peas
they’ve much more of a bite
and unlike the cowardly carrots
they put up quite a fight.

Nonsensical Nursery Rhyme

hilarious vicarious
licking lolly ice
melancholic alchoholic
eating chocolate mice
i sat inside a sugar puff
to soak up all the honey
I would have been his bit of rough
but the monster had no money
banging hanging gardens
blasting bass and drums
i’d have played along on bongos
if I’d not broke my thumbs

Rhursery Nyme

little Polly Backscratch
sat under a chair
eating fluffy furballs
she’d discovered there
she gulped them down
like fairy cakes
light as morning air
and though they made
her tummy ache
she really didn’t care.