A silver modest cross Embraced by a slender chain of rosary beads Offering comfort in times of need A white crisp natural rose

History repeating itself I look at the ticking clock on the shelf My mind ticks in time, as the clock chimes

Let’s tick every box Dot every full stop Writing a Xmas card Throw away the boring key Quite literally Christmas frenzy

Please take a bow Courtesy to the sky Fluttering wings

Mr Steampunk Cat Where did you get that stripy hat? You live in a Victorian parallel world You have unknown gadgets and gizmos

An angel inked to perfection She holds herself with such grace As she prays In her own mind space On comforting clouds

Reflections in a serene river Catching the clouds in a water mirror Capturing the now rippling sky A fringe of tall green trees

In a time before the mobile phone When everyone said ‘hello’ in the local community Where the elderly ladies would take a seat

A distant memory When humans ruled the world Until the day the world turned inside out Us humans were truly spat out

I’m on an unbelievable planetary high A twist of Saturn’s golden rings Earth is my cherry on a quivering cocktail stic

The sacred angels sing The poet writes some deep liquid ink The ballerina pirouettes The artist paints in colours and shades of grey

Thankful for the words I write Everyday I see the shining daylight Through the rain, mist and fog Every night I see the sparkling stars

Stuck in a story Unable to escape The scene on the page I tried to escape the four corners of the page The page wouldn’t let me out

Welcome to my bubble Admission is free No timeline No clocks tick tock or rewind No hands to chime

As the snow does fall A wonderful snowman stands tall He wears an old farmer’s hat Accompanied by a scarecrow’s scarf

Space Unicorn Did you really spin around too many times? On the space carousel ride Instead you run wild and free

As I travel through the wheels of time Jumping through circles of time Looping the millions of continual loops I know my elaborate suit

The carrots gave each other a huge hug Right from their soily, roots up to their green sprouting tuffs The carrots were so in love

Disjointed poetry When the words don’t call They don’t flow freely The ink has time to dry The words have lost their high Dismal and blue

In natures valley, the camels did ride The sun shone Natures lust didn’t hide Skin on skin