Category Archives: creative writing

We Met in the Wood

We met in the wood
Where the wild flowers bud
And the ageing poet rhymes
Of his long lost springtime.

Buds turn to flowers
On the woodland path.
Our hours are finite
And pass into night.

There Was a Young Lady Named Bell

There was a young lady named Bell
Who built a place down in Hell.
A demon called Moore
Fitted her front door
And the devil he rang Bell’s bell!

When I Visited a Discreet Little Sauna

When I visited a discreet little Sauna
I was entertained by pretty Miss Lorna.
We enjoyed tea and cake
With a girl called Lake,
And a vicar who calls himself Warner …

I Met a Young Lady Named Steed

I met a young lady named Steed
Who said, “I have a great need!”,
Dear reader, I must confess
She was wearing no dress
Which distracted my steed from his feed!

Miss Mar’s Memoir

My friend whose name is Miss Mar
Wrote a memoir just wearing her bra.
When I attended her book signing
All the men they where lining
Up to see her memoir and bra …

The Second Coming by W. B. Yeats

Sometimes, when I consider the state of the world, I am reminded of the Irish poet W. B. Yeats’s poem The Second Coming. I am no millenarian, however the poet’s Second Coming continues to resonate with me

A Summer Butterfly

A butterfly
On a
Sunny day
Flew by
My Labrador.
A snap of jaw.
And our summer chat
Of this and that.

All things must die
As the summer butterfly.
Death’s jaws will close
On man and rose.
You and I
Are but butterflies
Who love and laugh
And then must pass.