Can I protect you from this wicked world and keep you wrapped up as my little girl? But I want you to be your own world. I want to stop you getting hurt, keeping you alert to the world that will corrupt, interrupt and disrupt you. The world that will slay you pray on you; … Continue reading My Little Girl
Life’s a Beach
Buckets and spades and dark sun shades, deck chairs form a promenade. Children in hats play in the sand digging with anything including their hands. Mum’s and dads and aunties and uncles’ grandads and nans all sit around the beach watching the children just in reach. Sand castles and ice creams, fizzy drinks, bags of … Continue reading Life’s a Beach
Playground
Black safety surfaces highlight the bright colours of the playground with children all around, they climb and run and jump, on metal frames and trains. they imagine they are climbing a mountain to rescue fair maids and gallop away. Driving a train passenger laden picking up knights and maidens. A large swing hangs like a … Continue reading Playground
Little Boy Soldier
Little boy soldier what have they told ya? Kalashnikov on your shoulder, ten or eleven not much older. Did they tell you that you might die and stop you from having a cry and did they tell you the truth about why? It won’t hurt you won’t die and if you do you will be … Continue reading Little Boy Soldier
