I wrote this to take part in the Whimword latest challenge, using the word “locket”. Hope you like it.

It shines upon her beating chest,
This tiny store of hopes and dreams,
An image kept at loves behest,
But he, alas, not as he seems.

The fragile chain that holds it there,
Made of gold with tender clasp,
Formed by hands of love and care,
And with its links this heart to grasp.

A single catch to keep it closed,
And hold such secrets deep within,
Hid from the world when fully clothed,
But seen by all when dressed in skin.

This treasured locket kept for years,
The love inside shown as a lie,
And though the truth has brought forth tears,
She’ll keep his image locked inside.


My output has slowed down of late – a combination of things has conspired to reduce my creativity and inspiration. This one came to me last night, finished today. It’s quite short, but it’s something new. I hope you like it.

With wine such lips are easy freed;
Such truths emerge in shadowed room,
Where guilt revealed ensures thy doom,
And lovers trust is gone too soon,
All for the sin of greed.

With wine thy actions show their cast;
To turn away when love is shown,
Dismissive queen upon her throne,
With crown of sadness thou shall own,
All joy is in the past.

With wine the scales fall from my eyes;
No more illusions holding sway,
All subterfuge is drawn away,
Now truth forever come what may,
No more to live with lies.

Too Early

I saw a tweet today – a pub has already got a Christmas tree up. In September. That’s ridiculous. It drove me to write this. Hope you like it.

Before the autumn’s been and gone,
Before the pumpkin faces seen,
What madness takes an early hold
With Christmas on our screens?
Too early for the tinselled trees,
The glittered baubles garish glow,
Such crass commercials everywhere
With fake and sprayed on snow.
Where once a sainted holiday,
Religion as it’s central theme,
Now a gross and rich parade
Of money, gifts and greed.
Save me from the false bonhomie,
The drive to purchase more and more,
We’ve not yet welcomed Halloween
Yet reefs are on the door.
Yule tide is for winter only,
When cold and dark nights wander in,
It’s far too early here abouts
For Christmas to begin.