Your demon’s just that.
Guarding your words, time gone by.
Not able to leave…

In her eyes you see,
a future to take part in.
For both you and me.

Yes. But. No. But. Yes.
But. No. But. Yes. But. No. But.
Monosyllabic.

I’m clearly feeling a little callow today.

Making of pleasant
discoveries by fortune.
Serendipity.

The result of a brief encounter with my friend Adam (the hobbit) and, the dictionary.

Go and see. I promise we can escape.

The result of a word magnet game, played in the style of ‘Countdown’ with my 9yr old, Lauren.

To ground with a slap.
Humble. Thoughtful. A new self?
I have been an ass.

What is it? To feel.
It’s been a while, I forget.
Still, that’s settled now.

Through glowing peel. Cold,
like an ice prickle hedgehog.
Rolling like harvest.

Your full play. Your voice.
Your gray matter, without vex.
Is not let loose. Yet.

The start of those days.
Walking. It breaks. Time aft time.
No blame! Due questions.