The watery grey fog of the early morning Slowly lifted, words emerged Dripping in wonderment They were hung in beautiful executed White frames Overhanging the marble fireplace. (c) Chris Black October 2017.


Following our arrival As hotel doors closed silently behind us It was as though its arms stretched out embracing us Its warmth, mellowing light Heaven. A world of different quality The contrast of mountain to our right side Forest of green to our left Flower garden, inviting all to sit, admire its beauty. Bird song […]

Waxing lyrical.

He opens the ‘coffin’ lid Turns back the soft red satin cover Stands back glowing Never ceases to be Amazed at its beauty He kneels down Gently removes it From its tight fitted space Delights at its feel Leans across the table Picks up his plectrum Plucking the strings of his precious Fender Sometimes out […]

Taking his leave. #Threequel.

Peter arrived unexpectedly A wry smile on his face It was scented The envelope he handed mother Father, a little perplexed Standing at her shoulder Said, come in Peter Kettles on the boil Hang the mailbag on the nail Behind the door Mother disappeared into the parlour She didn’t appear for quite a few minutes […]

Alone in a Starbucks CafĂ©.

Remember we only come alive Once the writer takes pen in hand. We then compose ourselves, form words on command.   Everyday brings a new challenge Nothing surprises as we rearrange To form words which are used worldwide In turn this leaves stories without a hiding place.   Pen, the instrument in the hand of […]