Poetry and Mewsings

For years I have dipped my toes into the world of poetry and prose. I used to enjoy sitting in a coffee shop, watching the world go by, whilst sketching and writing. From song parodies and funny poems, to more serious ‘diaries of the heart’, I let my emotions spill out on the page. I may share some of these with you from time to time, but will not explain them. Like typing out pages from my diary, they are personal to myself or individuals and some have never seen the light of day. It has always been my wish to publish some short children’s stories and have my Ma illustrate them (she is the most wonderful artist), but as of yet I haven’t had the time, means or bribing techniques to do it. Maybe I will publish one when I have my own children and use my felt craft characters to illustrate it.

So here are some rare examples of my ‘Mewsings’. Enjoy!

From the rediculous….

Pea Boy was a very nice chap

Though did wear too much tweed,

Until one day he met his match

A suit of pink and green.

This suit wasn’t worn by just anyone,

No!

This suit was worn by HIM,

Pea Boys main arch rival,

Better known as Bean Pod Tim.

They fought it out for hours,

They fought it out for days,

Until one day Tim cowered

For in glorious array,

Stood Pea Boy tall and proud,

Arms straddled by his side,

Standing there stark naked,

But a pink and green bow tie.

To the passionate recluse…

Let flesh quiver and steal my breath,

As night doth fall and blanket our sighs.

Steadfast your hand against mine breast,

And rise and fall as if ebbing tide.