Something Little This Way Comes

she broods as she potters about

filling up the day with little happenings

she tries not to tell herself off

for getting something trivial so wrong

but underneath she’s mortified

the world shakes a little on its axis

and a collective gasp of horror reverberates

at a level only she can hear

tomorrow I’ll delete it she thinks

and then no one will know

except memory



Copyright June 2017

Embarrassment in Red










Sketch by Terry Whidborne


Why are they laughing

These people on the street

A fine array of fools

As one could ever meet

Perhaps they’ve never seen

Such a debonair swell

I might just tip my hat and go

Oh dear! Oh bloody hell!

My prize hen Esmeralda

Is squatting on my head

I must’ve left my hat at home

Embarrassment in red


Copyright August 2014