Another dark story fairytale has only just begun It feels like we have lived in a falsehood story fantasy land

As I open my magical book I have to read really quickly As I read each page The words do burn This amazing story book will burn away I

I’m alone My constant companion Through the summer months My shadow appears The silhouette that carries me As I walk

Head in a spin Too much information to take in I want it to stop Going too quick Digging my nails in Taking a deep breath

I’m taking in the scenery Having a laugh Having a joke Writing a poem Writing some ink Spreading my wings

The red onion and the steel grater Shouldn’t really be friends Yet, the red onion and steel grater hold hands They go for romantic walks

I cannot deny We do argue A little falling out I wouldn’t call it a dispute Yet, you always contradict You nit pick

The wheels of my car go around and around There was traffic all abound Stuck behind a double decker bus Stuck behind a slow moving tractor

Decisions about what to write I can’t decide I’m sort of torn I can no longer decide The poets won’t mind

I’ve never been to this place Even though it is so reminiscent It is such a fabulous place It is familiar Yet, I’ve never visited

The Honeybee was hungry and came over for tea Of course it was bread and honey All silver service

The naked rose Stands tall in bloom Nakedness from head to toe As her raw words flow Love for the naked rose grows

I cannot see the edge I want it to stop Am I on the edge of infinity? I daren’t step forwards I cannot retrace my steps

I stepped into the giant chequered floor I spoke a word It echoed out loud My words came back to me

Mr Duck Waddle waddle Balancing his tall glass of sparkling Shiraz

As I walk my knowledge of stairs Each book represents My travel

The black rose Weeps blood as her precious petals fall The black rose Feels the pain of the entire world

Sweet dreams Imagination on speed release

A hundred years from now This world will be totally different No writing No literature No poetry Only dystopia

Boom, bang, beat Where jazz, classic and funk meets Eminem puts his head above the parapet As he dances his rapping beat