Flotsam and jetsam, Debris influx, terra firma destination final Curlicue waves thine volition Calm post-storm wreckage; redemption from waves unruly Remnants in sanctuary, steadfast in surviving brow-beating. Flotsam and jetsam, In esse despite torrid odyssey Plaudits deserved, unforgiving swell surfed Metaphor for weathering life's fervid waves Perseverance essential; or no aftermath to sample. Flotsam and jetsam, What... Continue Reading →
Plummeting
Fallen from crest, carer careers Heads for terra firma recalcitrantly Clutched from catastrophe thy fate? Or destiny distressing, firma terra destination? Tune in next week Same bat time, same bat channel Yeti appears courtesy o’ Harry's Chip Restaurant Plummeting pugnaciously, redemption implausible Saviour sought from plunge ruination Outlets clandestine, strain draining of soul Doth... Continue Reading →
Light At The Tunnel’s End?
Yesterday, our clan learned the family head's post-surgery progress was satisfactory enough for his imminent discharge from hospital. Mally still has some occupational therapy (OT) hurdles to overcome, mainly surrounding stairway mobility, it was heartening to hear our clan head will soon be back in the bosom of his brood. Attempting to motivate my dad with his stair management, I misleadingly disclosed that his surgeon recommended forthwith his consumption of red... Continue Reading →
Woodhouse Man
Woodhouse man Brick house foundations bestowed upon brood Deterring villainous wolf attentions Encouraging predator to seek less secure footings. Woodhouse man Proud gentleman of white rose burgh Undemonstrative, periphery your comfort zone Unperturbed at allowing the less worthy centre stage. Woodhouse man In a shithouse world Your gifts greater than the guinea or sovereign Humanity, security, caring and selflessness thine riches bestowed. Woodhouse... Continue Reading →
Sour Sonnet to Carcinoma
Indiscriminate cacodemon; lesions with evil agenda Patron saint of spite; malodorous mutations Seven years of your malevolence weighs heavy, though breaks me not Despite thy blighting an eighth of mine two score and fourteen summers. Odious demigod, taunting from behind barrier incurable You may win the war, though not every battle initiated Mine betrothed, lion-hearted... Continue Reading →
Return To The Waiting Room
As I commence this yarn, I’m sitting in the bowels of the Clarendon Wing, at the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI). Perched beside me are two family members; dynasty heads, positive of demeanour and caring of character. One is reading an article on cholesterol, during a rare venture from the sports pages of the newspaper, the Daily Propaganda.... Continue Reading →
All The World’s A Stage
Todays narrative is the 700th since I commenced my literary journey in spring 2015. I started this almost daily journal of partly fictional monologues (based on fact) in the March of that year, its aim a short term distraction from challenging issues affecting my family...... These are enduring issues that still remain very much part of my broods... Continue Reading →
Unwanted Gift, Unwanted Guest
After penning a narrative yesterday about my dad, who is a poorly chap at the minute, I was heartened to be the recipient of kind feedback, along with good wishes from family and friends. Amongst this was a request for me to write more about him (Mally) as “...he seems a really nice guy.” This request surprised me a... Continue Reading →
One Day More, Mally!
As I pen this narrative, I'm currently sitting at the Bexley oncology wing with my dad (Mally). My mum, who is also in attendance, reckons today is his penultimate radiotherapy session. Although I'm pretty sure she's incorrect and it's his second last treatment. As I write this he is filling his time reading a tabloid newspaper. It is... Continue Reading →