Dinosaur Bones E-Book

Elaine Whybro

• Herausgeber: Fledgling Press
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2011

Beschreibung

A stunning debut collection of modern contemporary poetry providing a delightful and thought provoking look at aspects of everyday life. With her sharp intellect and wonderful sense of humour Elaine's observations of daily life are captured in these 30 poems.

Leseprobe

Dinosaur Bones

by

Elaine Whybro

Dinosaur Bones

© Elaine Whybro 2011

The right of Elaine Whybro to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988

Print ISBN978-1-905916-30-6

eBook ISBN 978-1-905916-36-8

Published by Fledgling Press 2011

www.fledglingpress.co.uk

eBook Cover Design by Annette Nimmo

To all my family and friends

The Poems

Parenthood

Midwife

Controlled Crying

Don't Elin!

Little Miss Chief

The Pointer

Poxy Chicken!

The Princess

Ambition

Dinosaur Bones

Facepainting

How The Pest Was Won

Politics

Credit Crunch

Homeless

Reality TV

Three Little Ducks

The Laughing Policeman

The Pitman

Dare you Peek?

Tiger

Funny Old World

Stoke-on-Trent

Facebook

Lucian Freud

Bathpool Park

Hadron Collider

Who'll Wish Me Merry Christmas?

The Student’s Labour

LOL

Not Dead!

Volcanic Activity

Heart-Shaped Spud

Parenthood

Midwife

dedicated to Kath Jones MBE

She entered this scene

all new and pristine

greeted by laughter,

a slippery character.

Your calming demeanour

a rock in a storm

helped quell my fever

until she was born.

'Midwife' does no justice

to the skills you possess,

spiritual, magical

God-given no less.

'Sage-femme'-'wise-woman'

the French they must win

in revering she, who

helps life to begin.

Controlled Crying

Nine whole months since she was born

at home in our front room,

I've fed and bathed and sung to her,

we call her baby boom!

And now it's time for me to sleep

a whole night through till morning,

to open up my eyes to see

a brand new day is dawning.

She looks at me with knowing eyes

lasers beaming guilt,

how dare I jeopardize the trust

on which our bond is built.

I lay her in the cot awake,

a first for both of us,

kiss goodnight and leave the room

wait to hear the fuss.

Puzzled sounds turn into cries

"Don't leave me here alone!"

I wait two minutes, go to her

a kiss and then I'm gone.

It seems so cruel to hear her cry,

who's controlling who?

If I'm to mother properly

I need to sleep right through.

And now she's sleeping soundly

and I will do the same,

we'll both be much more rested now

we've finished off this game.

Don't Elin!

Don't eat that pea off the floor Elin,

no don't eat that pea off the floor,

it's been there a week

right next to that leek

I really must tidy up more!

Don't put that dice in your mouth Elin,

no don't fill your mouth up with dice,

your sister’s new game

just won't be the same

and it really won't taste very nice!

Don't try to climb up the stairs Elin,

no don't try to climb up the stairs,

you've set up base camp

with your bottom all damp

and your sherpas are two teddy bears!

Don't stick your bottom lip out Elin,

no don't let your bottom lip quiver,

I'll give you a hug

as my heart strings you tug,

for my love is as deep as the river.

Little Miss Chief

Little Miss Chief gathers her thoughts,

a brand new packet of Liquorice Allsorts

sits on a shelf incredibly high,

might as well be up in the sky.

"I'll delegate this to those other two,

the ones who are always saying poo-poo,

the big one she climbs like a real mountain goat,

the other one's stealthy, a slithery stoat"

Miss Chief sits and points and commands

and when she's happy she claps her hands.

The other two girls do as she says;

which silly sausage said crime never pays?

At last the confectionery thieves are all done,

the sweets in the hands of the chosen one.

A sixteen month old bundle of crime,

mischievous little villain of mine!