Saturday, 28 March 2015


Imagine – on a rainy day
With winds that gust and blow away
In a wild landscape – La Dordogne
A young man and dog come upon

An uprooted tree which now reveals
A rock-strewn passage which appeals
To the dog who disappears below
Deep in the earth where rivers flow.

His owner hears his piteous cries
The rescue leads to a surprise
A torch beam highlights a strange show
Wall paintings crafted long ago.

Bison and black bulls running free
An ancient artist's gallery
It's 1940 – there's a War
But people queue up to explore...

The scientists are all agreed
The paintings chalked up on this screed
Are exceptional since they show
Man's talent 20,000 years ago.

Soon overwhelmed by tourists' breath
The paintings suffer a slow death
But re-creations can be seen
And our minds can live again the dream.

Found by a dog on one dark night
World heritage UNESCO site
Proof of Man's creative fire
The caves at Lascaux still inspire.

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Friday, 27 March 2015

Mind - How You Go!

The human being is complex;
The brain computes what happens next
Logic and emotions fight
For supremacy – but which is right?

Rules and regulations play
A leading role - but every day
There are those whose minds are not attuned
And whose actions can confound and wound.

We do not always bear in mind
How depressive states can make us blind
To the common good in daily tasks;
How 'normal' behaviour often masks

A host of anguished thoughts within;
'Stress' with 'Burn-out' its close twin
In our 24/7 world erode
Our minds and lead to overload.

I'm no expert, yet I think
There are many people 'on the brink'
The signs are subtle but they're there
Then the pressure gets too much to bear...

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Thursday, 26 March 2015

At Seynes-les-Alpes

At 3000 metres the snow melts
When an Airbus plummets in the Alps
Eight minutes alter many lives
A sudden crash – no one survives...

Seen from a helicopter – gloom
Debris lies scattered in a coombe
Recovered black box: analysed
Inconclusive findings are surmised.

Low oxygen, no Mayday call
An inexplicable free fall
How we take for granted airline travel
But a glitch can still our plans unravel.

For the waiting families plunged in shock
A desire to turn back Tuesday's clock...
What happened? Many countries grieve
Was the Ace of Spades up someone's sleeve?

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Stopover in Bahrain

From Singapore to Middle East
This weary traveller gets more creased
The jumbo plane lands in Bahrain
Its wings are empty - "oil's" the game.

And we are herded like lost sheep
To Duty Free - devoid of sleep.
Swatch watches, perfumes, Arab smiles
But few are ensnared by their wiles.

Instead we leave at half past two
And sandy kingdoms fade from view.
A cockpit tour helps pass the time
Between in-flight meals served with wine!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Monday, 23 March 2015

Warming Up!

I cannot quite be sure of course
But something in the air,
A slightly warmer wind perhaps
Makes Hope conquer Despair.

Could it be that this cold freeze
That’s put our lives on hold
Has got the message it must go
Warm days chase out the cold?

Still no leaves but something stirs
The birds, perched high, now sing
There are ripples on the nearby lake
On the 21st – it’s spring!

It’s all linked to the Equinox
As the days get longer
Winter darkness yields to light
The sun’s rays now are stronger.

I dare to leave my gloves at home
My winter coat’s undone
No hat or scarf as I go out
To greet the springtime sun!

The rising sap, ah yes, young love
There were people in the park
As I passed by mid afternoon
I sensed a kindled spark.

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Sunday, 22 March 2015


The humble spud is Belgium's joy
“Les frites” entice the hoi polloi
To the fritkot - hallmark of delight
Where hungry queues line up each night.

No recession for this staple food
Guaranteed to cheer the dullest mood
Foreign soldiers in the First World War
Were cheered by “fries” and asked for more!

This modest dish by all accounts
With mayonnaise in large amounts,
Proclaims its pedigree with pride;
To resist is hopeless - we've all tried!

Nearly 3,000 people are employed
And 18 companies overjoyed
At the potato's rising rate of sales;
The good ship “Spud” will brave all gales!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Three's a Crowd?

There are days when news can be surprising
Impossible to guess on rising
And yesterday was one of those
Which proves in life one never knows.

A dear friend rang me, thrilled to say
Her new grandson was born today
But before I could congratulate
She dropped a bombshell on my plate.

The day before, another son
With news of baby girl had rung;
This was not all, as far away
Her third son telephoned to say

He too had more good news to share
Another girl – which makes the pair!
Already a grand-mama of two
Three wee arrivals all brand new

Have caused my friend's warm heart to leap
And robbed her of her beauty sleep!
I love great moments such as these
And don't all good things come in threes?

(c) Poet in the woods 2015