Thursday, 16 April 2015

A Loving Link

Mums are special, life's sweet treasure
Shared memories more than you can measure
Warm words and thoughts, a caring hand
A link just you can understand.

Then the image breaks and falls apart
And a hole burns slowly in your heart
No words can hope to bridge love's flow
Life is movement, on we go.

It's as if she's just gone through a door
Her footsteps echoing on the floor
Your mind can clearly see her face
As she holds you in a warm embrace…

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

At Stonemanor!

In a rural setting can be found
Nestling in the fields around
A lure for Brits who flock this way
A 'Tesco-Waitrose' hideaway!

Stonemanor opened long ago
In no time, many in the know
Could stock up with their favourite brands
Bought out weekly in huge vans.

Imagine therefore the delight
in Everberg on Thursday night
When crowds descend, bent on a spree
In search of goodies for their tea!

Neighbours chat as they go past
And caddies fill up very fast
Indulgence and nostalgia play
A big role in this take away.

Digestive biscuits, pork pies, tea
Even an English pharmacy
Baked beans, scones and custard creams
And all your favourite magazines.

Caution to the winds is thrown
Upstairs more items 'home from home'
Browsing – the source of many thrills
Hark, the ringing of the tills!

Poet in the woods 2015

Monday, 13 April 2015

Thomas - Caught in the Act!

No news of Thomas for a while
I miss my nephew's cheeky smile
He crawls with ease on kitchen floor
And opens cupboards to explore.

I recall my brother at that age
At 15 months the “touch all” stage
We all looked out and kept eyes peeled
As plugs and sockets were revealed.

He's curious, this mini man
To foray any way he can
His latest exploit is a thrill
Let's make the sink bin contents spill.

But mummy sees what he's about
A camera click and he's found out!
No sense of guilt upon his face
That cheeky smile remains in place!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Cook and Book

Rural Woluwe's long gone
Though the mill and river linger on
In the Seventies a shopping mall
Sprung up as sign of urban sprawl.

You find it just across the street
With a massive terrace where friends meet
The building's modern – on a curve
It's busy lunchtimes when they serve

A vast array of drinks and eats
In the summer they run out of seats!
Inside we step to have a look
At the magic realm of “Cook and Book”.

On all sides shelves of books displayed
In reading terms – Aladdin's cave
From floor to ceiling neatly stacked
Time to browse after a snack!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Image: "Savoir" by Annie Jungers

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Money Matters

What does money really mean to you?
Does it colour everything you do?
Does it represent security
Power, fun or liberty?

Does money make the world go round?
To me it has a hollow sound
It cannot hug, or share a joke
It's not a bath in which we soak

Washing all our cares away;
It makes our good intentions stray
Investments cause us untold stress
The money markets give us less

So we gamble on a good return
And often watch our savings burn
On “Get rich quick” schemes on a hunch
There's no such thing as a free lunch!

Most human actions aren't defined
In financial terms, I find
If we live within our means
Time cannot limit all our dreams!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

A Flight of Fantasy

I was at the Book Fair yesterday
Where this card for March was on display
Showing Pegasus with outspread wings
Capable of so many things.

Life’s like that – one long magic ride
With stars and storms on every side
Through mist and clouds we sometimes go
And cannot see the earth below.

Even through the darkest night
We keep the faith and hold on tight
God’s wings keep us safe, protected
So none of us will be neglected.

Captured with an artist’s thrill,
This magic stallion haunts me still
Buoyed up with hope, my spirit soars
Beyond the reach of Satan’s claws!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

(written at Brussels Book Fair - March 2013)

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

The Spring Tide

Easter, for those whose means afford
Means a mini-break, a trip abroad
I'm impressed how my friends get around
To locations with a magic sound.

Like Honfleur, fabled Prague, Deauville
In search of sun or culture thrill
An escapade that's carefully planned
Three stolen days in foreign land.

Though days are chill, the sun now shines
Spring is late but showing signs
Of coming to the fore at last
As Brussels tourists hurry past

Down cobbled streets with chocolate wares
The Grand'place fills with foreign stares
Ah, people love a change of scene
As Europe wakes up, dons spring green!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015