Crouching tiger, hidden spider, a scream when she’s revealed Eight hairy legs and bulbous body, which a teddy bear had concealed Get it Mum! Shouts everyone, as hysteria starts to take hold Improvised weapons hastily fashioned, magazines tightly rolled Mum calls for calm, pleas to disarm, projecting an aura of zen A spider, she said … Continue reading Crouching Tiger Hidden Spider
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Into the Now
What purpose does it serve To have your mind a-whir Of thoughts and words and busy things When all the world’s right here Before your eyes, under your touch, to taste, to smell, to hold Come out of your head and into the earth, let yourself be bold Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed … Continue reading Into the Now
Robbin’ Hood
Thirteen miles to go at the start line of the race It’s a marathon not a sprint, so I set a steady pace Actually it’s half of that but let’s not get pedantic It’s lit-er-ally figurative, no need to stress semantics But if we’re being honest, I’m in it for the cash I wore a … Continue reading Robbin’ Hood
Carry On Crow
The crow sat still as stone, bathed in silver light Taking in the stillness and the quiet of the night She used to know a time, when solitude held sway But her world had moved on to a different song, life got in the way Every now and then, when it had almost got too … Continue reading Carry On Crow
Hazel and the Earthworm
She followed the path without question, as millions before her had doneTook pride in reaching each milestone, as she ticked them off one by oneShe followed the line and rose upwards, strong, straight, steady and trueBut slowly began to falter, as the next milestone vanished from viewShe paused to gather her strength, then picked up … Continue reading Hazel and the Earthworm
Stung
I’ve often felt that wasps, have been misunderstood If the Universe created them, they must embody good So I made myself a promise, to never flinch again When a wasp buzzes by, look in its eye, slowly count to ten For days and weeks this little trick, worked magic like a charm As they flew … Continue reading Stung
Wild and Free
If I was free to live a life, divorced from acculturation I like to imagine how things would be, as a sovereign one-woman nation If I could follow the pull of my heart, without fear of sticking out What adaptations would fall away? What unwritten rules would I flout? The first to go would be … Continue reading Wild and Free
The Start of a Beetleful Friendship
Upon an ambling walk I spied a beetle on its backIts shell was iridescent, shining shades of blue and blackI reached to turn it over, and help it on its way‘STOP!’ the beetle shouted, imagine my dismayI want to help, oh little one, I reasoned earnestlyLet me put you on your feet, soon you can … Continue reading The Start of a Beetleful Friendship
The Hat That Fits
I reached the age of thirty-three and there began to fret For all around had found their hats, I didn’t have mine yet I’d tried many on for size, but none had stood the test of time I prayed to the Gods and the Universe: send me the hat that is mine! The years ticked … Continue reading The Hat That Fits
The Metaphorical Oracle
I usually post a new rhyme on Sunday's, but this week I must confess to enjoying myself too much and writing too little. I've been spending a couple of days away with my husband. We've been mountain climbing - three peaks in a day! Okay, one was more of a gentle ascent, but my screaming … Continue reading The Metaphorical Oracle
Rae Cod’s Writing 