Watching the sky

 A blue nothingness 

 No cloud, no birds  just nothingness  

Takes my mind away

Floating into nothingness 

A big blue nothingness

My thoughts are on nothingness 

And blue 

What colour is nothingness ?

Can nothingness be blue ?

This is my nothingness 

So it is blue

My nothing thought becomes a something thought

What colour IS nothingness??? 

Is it nothing ?

 No colour ? ! ***

If so how do we know it's nothingness ?

Is it black ? 

Or is white ?

I find this troublesome 

Upsetting my thoughts on nothingness

If its any colour you want it be does that actually make it a something ????**

I close my eyes and think on this  nothingness 

And now it's a hazy  lightish greyish blackish nothingness

With flashes of blue!!!!******

In these hours of contemplating  the colour of nothingness

 I have learnt this  

The colour of  nothingness is complicated 

It's many colours 

It can be whichever colour you want it be 

In which case my nothingness is blue

For now . 

I think we have all heard of an Ear Worm.

 That annoying tune that goes around and around in your head.

 It was placed in your ear via an outside source, the radio, or that annoying person who is always whistling or humming.  

Anyway, it gets into your ear and worms its way into head where it becomes a head worm,  going around and around for hours and hours until you think it will drive you mad.

The only way you can get rid of it is to pass it on, give it to someone else.

Become that annoying person who is whistling singing or humming. 

Do it quietly so no one really notices you are doing it.

 Hum the offending  tune quietly whist you are standing at the check out in the supermarket, or on the station platform.  Infect as many people as you can.  

 Spread the Worm. 

Believe me you will feel  better!

I have many different worms in my head

Songs, tunes and annoyances in general.

 I also have words buzzing around and around.

 They string together and grow.

 I call them Word Worms.

They grow and grow and torment me until I write them down.

I have so, so many Word Worms in my head.  

So many, that sometimes I think my head will burst.  

 So I am passing some on to you.  

Spread the Worm my friend.

Spread the Worm!  

Sometimes things just happen and time runs away.  

The things we mean to do

 we cant find time to do

 and the things we have to do come first.

 Sometimes things  just get lost amongst the hundreds of other things we have to do. 

Sometimes we  just have no excuse.

I have no excuse,  except for any of the above.

For a while I forgot my love of Prose. 

Carried away by other writings, other things to put down on paper,  

Things to present, other stories to tell. 

Sorry I have been away,  

pleased to be back.  

A new chapter,  dare I say! 

I think therefore I am 

But what am I?

Am I what I think I am ?

Or what others think I am ?

And what is that ?

Do they see me as I see myself ?

Or as something else ?

And if so what ?

Should it be then?

I think therefore I could be.

Time flies 

Tick tock

But the clock just ticks 

Tick tick

No tock 

Take stock 

Broken clock 

Time limps

A rainbow has no beginning or end 

It's a full circle

That's a fact !

Its all to do with Earth's horizon

That's why you will never find that crock of gold 

But don't stop looking for the elusive end of the rainbow

Never stop dreaming about it

Never stop looking

You may not find your crock of gold 

But it's amazing what you will find 

Some things are worth more than that gold 

Just keep looking 

When the Barguest comes 

do not run for there is nowhere to run

do not hide for there is nowhere to hide. 

It will come in the night 

or in the darkest places of day

but it will come. 

You may have called on the Barguest

 even without knowing 

or it may have been sent for you 

either way it will find you.

It follows the scent of your soul  

and tracks your fear.

Even in your sleep it follows you 

turning your dreams into nightmares.

There can be no escape 

you may avoid it for a while 

but ultimately  

the Barguest will find you 

and when it does

stand firm 

look into its eyes  

bare the smell of its fetid breath 

and pray.

Do not show your fear

control your thoughts 

and if you are lucky 

it may let you keep your soul.

Nor shall death brag thou wader'st in his shade

When your eternal lines to time thou leave 

So long as men can breath and eyes can see your legacy  

Long live these, 

Your words

They give eternal life to thee

Adapted from  Sonet18,11-14  (Willam Shakespeare)

I was siting on a warm summers evening on a tree stump at the edge of the wood 

Just resting a while 

It had been a very hot day 

It would be a hot sticky night

Sitting quietly I heard a rustling 

somewhere in the undergrowth

I searched with my eyes 

After a moment or two I noticed a hedgehog that had just began its nocturnal wanderings 

If it was aware of me it showed no fear and grubbed noisily in the undergrowth looking for some tasty morsals for evening break fast. 

The hedgehog froze momentarily then moved forward 

It seemed as if it had found something 

I shifted my position slowly standing 

It was then that I saw it 

The hedgehog in its search  for food had discovered an adder 

I watched fascinated as the hedgehog moved slowly in  

And then bit the snakes tail 

 The adder squirmed for a moment then turned 

and struck back 

But the hedghog had lowered its spines covering its face like a monks hood  

The risk to the hedgehog was  great 

One mistake

One bite from the adder on exposed face, snout or foot and the consequences could be fatal 

The headgehog would suffer a slow death

Or at the very least be very ill

But not this time 

The adder spiked itself on the hedgehogs spines 

It was as if it was dazed for a moment.

The adder withdrew quickly and began to move away tongue flickering tasting the air 

The hedgehog followed shuffling after the snake 

Biting it's tail again 

The adder turned its sinewy body and struck in retaliation  

But the hedgehog had lowered its spines again 

The adder spiked itself 

causing further injury 

Again the adder attempts to move away 

But its tormentor has not finished 

The hedgehog follows biting again 

The process continued 

The hedgehog biting then lowering its spines, defending

The adder is slower now it's head and eyes bleeding 

It's body covered with bites 

The hedgehog bites again this time nearer to the head 

The adder tries to turn painfully slowly

Its mouth is partly open 

Its tongue to the side 

One last twitch

It is still 

The adders battle is done 

The hedgehog begins to feed

Working from the tail ripping the skin open the hedgehog feasts on the exposed flesh beneath

I watch for a while longer 

The headgehog dines for a while  

Then moves away 

Disappearing into the undergrowth 

Looking for some other morsal

It leaves the half eaten adder

A meal for some other creature 

This is the way of nature 

 It is said nature is cruel 

I don't think so 

It is what it is 

This time the adder lost its battle providing a meal for the hedgehog 

But the adder had also been hunting earlier in the day 

Some unfortunate mouse or frog had been it's dinner

This is the reality of nature 

It is what it is 

One morning I shall wake up  

Sort myself out ready for the day 

and go downstairs

I shall make my cup of tea

Prepare my breakfast

and switch on the radio to listen to the news 

And the radio news will say 

"This is a good day"

" Peace has broken out all over the world" 

" People are being kind to each other"

"Sharing food and drink "

I will open  the window 

and hear

People singing 

(All in tune)

and playing happy music 

(But not too loud)

and I will see people 

Dancing in the streets

( But not to wild)

Young folk will be helping the old 

Old folk will be talking to the young

People will be polite  to each other

Back on the radio 

They will anounce

"The rich are sharing out their fortunes "

and helping the poor "

"All religions are praying together "

and joining together to heal the world" 

"Politicians are telling the truth"

(Sort of)

"Soldiers are laying down their guns"

I will step outside

and I will smile

The Sun will be shining

The Sky will be blue

The air will be fresh and clean

The Birds will be singing

The Bells will be ringing

and ringing

and ringing

and 

I will roll over and turn off the alarm clock

and realise

It was just a dream

Oh well!