Showing posts with label house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label house. Show all posts

Sunday, April 30, 2017

I Can't Help It

30th April  

Thought I'd just do the last day of napowrimo . The prompt : to write a poem about something that happens again and again...

I Can't Help it

It's only with the bathroom
The rest of the house I clean once a week
Or if it gets dirty and needs  it, a bit more often maybe,
But the bathroom I do every day

The changing of sheets I can leave for a fortnight,
And the oven gets done when it's grimy
Sometimes the food is baked on and crusty,
But the bathroom I do every day

Well no, that not quite true, I'll not lie
The bathroom I do at least ten times a day.
 It pops into my mind the moment I wake
And I have to get up there and then
Whether it's five or six or, if I'm lucky,
Nearer to seven - doesn't  matter when
I just have to get at it
It's a compulsion, you see.

I scrub and I spray and I polish
Till everything  gleams and I'm happy
Then, even when no one's been in it at all
And only an hour's gone by
I'm back and I start all over again
I can't resist though I try.


Saturday, October 29, 2016

Fantastical

29th October 2016

Day 24 


Fantastical

The clocks go back tonight
You get an extra hour in bed
More time for fantastical dreams
To swim around your head

But if you've a baby in your house
The hour won't be for you
The little one will wake at the time
His body clock tells him to.







Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Haunted House


Thank you to all my followers...

As Anna-Marie is visiting today I thought I'd look back to the poem that she did that I posted on my blog in June. She is very talented both with words and visual art ( drawing and painting in particular..

This lovely picture and poem from Anna Marie, my grandaughter. Fabulous...






I looked on your blog Grams and your poems are very long so I thought
 I would add a little more to my poem all is the same I just added
 a bit more .... Here you go 




Haunted House




the derelict building standing still, 
being taken over by an army of tall grass, 
crumbling away on the tall geriatric hill,
 growing old very fast, 
the Robertson house is its name, 
located in alton, 
it is no haunted game , 
it's amazing time is being shortened, 
it is not very important but used to be, 
the main attraction on earth is he.
 will you dare enter the building? 
even though it is slightly tilting, 
cracked windows , 
blood stains, 
blood pumping through your veins! 
the old mental asylum, 
on the top of the hill, 
with vengeful ghosts ready to kill... 
 

 -Anna-Marie Elizabeth Pasquet green 
( Aged 11)