Friday, 24 March 2017

Glasses, glasses everywhere!

I went for my eye test,
Just the other day,
Squinted and struggled,
What will they say?

Do you drive?
No I do not,
That's good,
Cos your vision's not hot!

What work do you do?
Do you stare at a screen?
Yes? You need 'puter glasses,
So the text can be seen.

But I use reading glasses,
Is that so wrong?
No, no, they're no good,
They're rather too strong!

So down I go,
Perusing the frames,
There's many to choose from,
It's all fun and games!

I choose two pairs,
They're on offer you see,
Two for one,
That'll do nicely for me!

So now I've got four pairs!
General, reading and lappy,
Get it wrong,
And my eyes won't be happy!

So I'm sitting here now,
Surrounded by specs,
Chopping and changing,
Depending what's next!

Why can't I have,
Just one pair, not four?
Chopping and changing,
Is really a bore!

I did try varifocals,
But I didn't do well,
They made me feel,
Like I was at sea in a swell!

So for now and a while,
I guess this is best,
Now excuse me dear reader,
My eyes need a rest!

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

The Tempest

Andy looked at the umbrella by the door. Should he go after her, out into the rain, or should he just wait for her to come back?

He walked to the window, looking out at the turbulent weather.

He had always loved Cornwall, with its tempestuous seas and steep cliffs. But somehow, it's very wildness could make him feel uncontrollably angry, make him say things that he shouldn't!

He looked through the window, into the teeming rain. A lone figure walked towards him along the beach. It was Laura! Tall, willowy, beautiful, with her long black hair billowing behind her.

Andy turned and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He put down his empty whisky glass and with trembling hands, smoothed down his hair.

He thought back to earlier, the fight, the harsh words, the recriminations.

He had told her about Claire, the girl that he had met at work, how he had fallen in love with her, wanted to be with her, not Laura!

She had cried and begged, told him that she loved him and that she didn't want him to leave her.

She had run out of the chalet, into the wind and rain, saying that she needed to clear her head, needed to think.

She came closer. What would she say, would she be angry still, or would she accept that it was over?

Perhaps this holiday was a bad idea, maybe he should have told her before they had come.

What was that in her hand? He couldn't quite make it out. Something that she had picked up on the beach and thought may be useful, knowing Laura!

She opened the door, battling against the wind, and stepped into the room.

Her face was set, he couldn't tell what she was thinking, how she felt.

“Laura, talk to me! We need to discuss this, work out where we go from here!”

Her face suddenly became dark, frightening!

“I told you, I don't want you to leave me, I won't let you leave me!” Andy suddenly felt afraid. He had never seen this side of her before.

With horror he realised that she had a length of metal piping in her hand. She raised it above her head.

A look of confusion passed over Andy's face in the split second before the world exploded as Laura brought it crashing down on his head.

He fell to the floor, blood pouring from the wound. He looked up at her. “Why?”

She stood, silently watching as his breathing grew ragged and slow, the pipe dangling in her hand. “You will never leave me Andy, and you will never be with her”, she whispered.

He took his last breath, sighed and went limp, his eyes staring blankly.

Laura turned, opened the door and walked back out into the storm. He would always belong to her now, nobody else could ever have him!

Monday, 13 March 2017

What do you see?

What do you see?
Am I loud?
Am I quiet,
Do I seem proud?

What do you think,
When you look at me.
That I look old?
Is it just my age that you see?

Am I clever?
Do I have a good brain?
Or am I invisible,
Walking home in the rain.

Is my life very blessed?
No worries or care.
Have I lots of money?
Or a house that is bare?

What you see here,
Is the outer shell of me,
Not what's hidden within,
That's what is key!

I am clever,
I am bold,
But what you see.......
Is just old!

Please give a care,
To the person within,
I am special, clever,
Sharp as a pin!

I may be an old lady,
But I've lived a good life,
Raised a family,
Been a good wife!

I've given and helped,
Those worse off than me,
I've learnt and I've given,
Please hear my plea.

When you see me about,
Don't ignore and not see.
I'm not a poor old lady,
I'm special, I'm ME!