When the pen takes control.

Grazing peacefully in the field

we see a most bucolic scene

mothers and their newborn calves

rough pink tongues pulling at the grass

contented lowing gently drones like bees

sounds carried on the summer breeze

as stomachs fill turning into milk

to whiten cups of steaming tea

or fermenting into local cheese

Tall masts illuminated by the light of the moon

The schooner rides at anchor across the lagoon

Sails carefully furled, lashed up, stowed away

Lamps hanging from timbers all gently sway

On deck the bosun completes his night rounds

Reports to the captain that all’s safe and sound.

Earth in 100 seconds

I used to sit upon this bench,

my arm around a comely wench

amidst all my jokes and laughter

I never got what I was after

but I suppose I didn’t even know

what I’d have done if yes turned to no

but in the face of such persistence

surprisingly we would leave still friends

no hard feelings on either side

nothing lost except my pride

It’s no exaggeration when I say

seeing the Pyramids just took my breath away

From the waves we emerge before sunrise

where a flight of stone steps before us lies

we ascend to the top and gain the land

just two lines of footsteps in the sand

but as the waves come in they will soon clear

leaving no trace that we were once here

no-one has seen us making our way

and now we are here, here we will stay

Although we think of this flower as blue

the periwinkle can be pink or purple too

butterflies love their shiny leaves

and they’re far too pretty to be called weeds

My siblings and I were sifting the ground

for the farmer had recently sown the seed

all of a sudden Jackie said I think I’ve found

something to satisfy all of our needs

but just as we turned to see what she’d got

a huge gull flew down and scoffed the lot

Charlotte Cornay in flowing gown and tall black hat

did call one evening at the house of Marat

all smiling but then with an expression fierce

with one blow of the knife his chest did pierce