I sat motionless in my car as the vehicle which had been parked on a slight incline just moments earlier gathered a little speed. Taking my eyes off the black silver chromed car to insert the keys in the ignition, the thud indicated contact. Ouch, a tow bar had introduced itself to the drivers door. […]
Watching in awe as Sun dappled the mountain Elsewhere tragedy (c) Chris Black 2017.
Say it with flowers After all Tomorrow is mothers day Usually this poem should be posted tomorrow Reality does at times bite Days morph into one another And you are made to jump the gun You’ll forgive me for being premature I hope, Happy Mothers Day to mothers all. (c) Chris Black 2017.
Jean was well used to his antics, paying scant attention once they were home alone. Mark could well negotiate stairs, go from room to room, naked as a jay bird without ever stubbing his toe. She never ceased to be intrigued at his co-ordination. This particular weekend they had a group of friends over for […]
March many weathers Rain, hailstone, bitter cold biting wind Is this really Spring? (c) Chris Black 2017.
Lightening, Frightening Struck the beast Sheltering from the storm Under the long standing beech. Forked lightening Appeared to penetrate The stone wall of the old farm house Struck home at the heart of the family. The sheepdog lying with head resting on outstretched paws not knowing that his work was done. (c) Chris […]
STOP, don’t venture out into the damp air. Stay with me under the comfy blanket teddy whispered. Sitting knee-bent in the comfort of an aged armchair Paw-paw snoozes while his grandchild feeds at its mothers breast. Young and old alike at one with their thoughts. (c) Chris Black 2017.