Stumbling the alphabet!

At junior school, older boys used to tease me as I could not say my alphabet; which I knew, but could not get out, as verbally I also mixed up letters, so when I started A, p, c,.. it just ended up a shambles, I was soon the but of many barbed comments, and got…

Nightmares.

The land was white, it was extremely cold, and My father stopped the car at the side of the road, we got out to play in the snow, having a snowball fight; then freezing, getting back into our car, a Rover 90 filled to the hilt, with two suitcases stacked one on top of the…

The silver moon.

light filters through the clouds, there is something imperceptible lurking behind their white puffiness, as I peer through the dark branches of the tree, slowly as the clouds form and break, moving towards the horizon, I see first the dark ghostings of the dark areas of the moon, and then huge, but silver, the near…

Poetry and me.

Writing slowly began to creep haphazardly onto fresh white pages, during the last year of junior school. I had always liked writing, even if my spelling was atrocious, my writing slow and laboured, but it was in high school that my earliest existent poems were written, getting me yet more hours of detention; as I…

Sickly beginnings.

My parents looked happily down at their little bundle of joy, who cried back at them, the nurses took me to a sterile incubator, crowding round, feeding me drugs, and oxygen through a mask, it was my sickly beginnings, with a two week stay in hospital, while I was cured of Pneumonia for the first…