The children ran through the forest laughing at their parent’s sombre faces – then out of the clouds came a large space ship…
The clam and the seaweed came out of the spaceship. The rock gathered twigs and gave them arms, buttons for eyes from a discarded cardigan.
He gathered them up and sang.
They were ready for the voyage.
The mind travels through the trees exploring times forgotten and futures yet to come. Travelling forward releases the soul of a torturous past.
I have travelled a long way. I look upon my journey so far…
He thought to himself as he gazed out on the scene before him…
He was no longer weary from the journey and felt contentment as he drifted back through his memories.
His glasses slid down his nose as he drifted off to sleep. His head lolling to the side. It was at this moment that a large cow walked past the window with a large saddle on its back.
He thought to himself, perhaps I should go for a ride on this generous cow’s back. So he leapt aboard and…
The cow opened its wings and took off in search of his friend the flying horse that might be near – or far – how long will this flight be?
On a stormy night, Black Shuck came out. He Killed someone. That’s it.
Slightly disturbed, the cow flew on, over forests and lakes. After a while he flew over a small wood. In the centre was a fire. A circle of women gathered round. Sounds drifted up to the man sat astride the cow.
What words could he hear?
The whisper of the trees and the crackle of the fire telling him to flee.
As the day went on a cat appeared near the women. It was the spirit of hope and came to rest by the feet of the women.
But was she a woman? Or a cat? Or a cow? Atoms certainly!
Who knows, but she, who wanders through the days with love in her heart and wonder in her head
Will one day find her dreams become real
and once more she
Looked through the hedgerows to the field in the distance. Small insects fly around, buzzing past her ears. Nature, inspiring and joyful, sense of wonder and awe, sounds filling her ears. She is happy, in love with life, wondering what is going to happen next.
And then you are reminded that life lies ahead…
life happens next…
A meeting. The person you were not expecting but always knew you would meet. A chance encounter to readjust the flowing curves of life.
Once upon a time, the end.
It was never the end because disaster struck…
Take two particles of hydrogen.
Collide them.
At 650 billion tons per second.
Everything happens afterwards.
The start of all stories..
Once upon a time there was a girl wandering through the woods when she stumbled across a hole
and rising slowly from the hole a wisp of green smoke.
A foul stench rose from the hole; a smell of pure death, something that would frighten one to their core.
Death.
But is death the final part of the story?
Can I get a hoyerrrrr!!
Once upon a time after I died I finally became alive.
The children loved it! They couldn’t believe they were allowed to just get on with being here, no restrictions, no rules, except fair play of course.
I don’t know what I’m doing here okay?
I can hear marching in the distance. I ran to mum and screamed they’re coming!
So we hid in the bushes as the soldiers passed.
We tried to stay as quiet as we could…. Shhhh!!!
The trees take over the world
With the most petrifying red eyes, they marched over to the bush we were hiding in and grabbed my mum. She screamed , shouted and stopped.
She fell silent.
Was she dead? Oh please don’t give up on me. No, if you die I will kill you.
They came one day, spears sailing from the sky penetrating and retreating only for their fury to rain down harder. It was time, time for them to reclaim what the humans had so greedily taken. Time for them to face their wrath. It was time for these great and sentient beings to emerge from the darkness and take what’s theirs.
I knew they were coming through the jungle. Seen but not heard, heard but not seen! Elephants, huge grey, muddy. They know their kind, they know where they will go….
Memories of childhood that never die.
Je ne sais pas!
And Lyra flew into the stars so we could find her.
c'est tellement nul j'avoue (it’s so bad I admit)
Believe that you are your own person, unique in a quirky way.
Life is wot it is gun to be now.
live life like pikachew has lived to me.
Yow can dance whenever yow want to .
Once upon a time there was a lonely electric pylon. They stood long hours with limbs outstretched carrying fizzing wires to power all those chargers, TVs, airfryers and laptops.
“I want to explore and travel” screamed pylon.
But it was impossible.
Until many years later. The world had stopped but the vines grew and grew.
They wrapped and swirled around the pylons, reaching out for miles and miles across the wires.
They seemed to stretch for infinity until…they got on a plane and went to the rainforest! They got bitten by a snake and died. But then they revived back where they started!
When they were awoken they found themselves an Alpaca crossed with a seagull. They then trekked to the darkest part of Peru.
And found a fierce Jaguar who said “why are you here?”
We are the butterflies
Drenched in the dawn
Our fragile disguises
In life’s brief storm.
I sit… I listen…I watch…I wait.
I look out through the trees, I see a butterfly fluttering through the air.
Sunlight dances through the leaves…
I leave…
Contented.
The day is kind and gives rest to even the wicked and troubled.
Infants begin with light and yet I am trapped in the dark.
Am I really here? Is life just sacred illusion, the curse of a broken heart at birth?
A caged heart? Will I be freed or am I shadow? An example of life’s sheer power and grace? Is my life a toll? Was my life traded to save others? Tell me if I am looking at life through bars. Is my destiny to die in the dark? Is my fate sealed, am I a victim of the dark? These questions grow strong in my mind, I am at breaking point?
Through the trees
A pulse of Light
The light turning
The day turning around a life.
A scream shatters the silence.