Diamond bee

Diamond bee

Wednesday, 14 April 2010

Balloon boy barry


As I travelled with a slight caterpillar on my tongue for company I came across a very unusual looking boy...Barry.
He stood all by himself, I asked ' where are your parents little boy' He retorted in the most unfriendly fashion 'Im not a boy lady now be on your way'
I most certainly will not young man I responded, and he began to pull his arms and legs off in the weirdest fashion I have ever witnessed.
I wanted to burst his balloon there and then but refrained and travelled on my way for I didnt want barry as a companion. He looked slowly in the opposite direction as if our interaction had never happened...on to the next place quickly I felt.

Siamese conundrum

Siamese conundrum

We travelled along, far and wide to see new places, feels new sheets between our teeths. We stumbled upon a conundrum, two sisters so sweetly stuck together they wanted to cut each off the other.
So loudly they talked and fought and so distracted I got we never noticed diamond bee leave until it was too late and i could not slip by their watchful meaty eyes.
We drank rum and danced around a sparky fire made of tinned fruit, that was a treat indeed...At the craic of dawn I took the caravan and slid off down the road to the next place.....

Friday, 19 March 2010

Diamond bee...

Me and diamond bee we met by the big oak tree, she was trying desperatly to extract some honey and me, well i was just looking for some company so I decided to take her with me, sheltered we travelled with the honey bee's .... my heart seeked the next place ....

Tyto Alba on the road . . . . .

A shift in consciousness is what was needed on that day I set out. To feel like I could move on and not look back, no posession to over - possess me.
The act of looking only forward in an attempt to erase of the jumble of the past. The wheels creaked, my heart seeked the next place . . .

Tyto Alba on the road . . . . .

Down the road
by the big fat toad

under the brige
hanging to the ridge

she flies overhead
with the carcass of the dead

to savour the new flavour
of freedom bought on stolen time.