My Boy’s asleep

A fun quick poem for a rainy day about a toddler and a mother.  Hope you enjoy.

My boy’s asleep



via Daily Prompt: Succumb

The darkness leaches into the sky

The noise filters outwards

It dissipates with the busyness

Of a suburban street at night

Dishes clank and dinner smells

Devine, no leftovers tonight

TV mutters away

Teenagers entertain themselves

On endless computer games

as I succumb to the night.

Indy and the Control Freak 5

Indy, safely ensconced at Sam’s hous is driving Sam crazy.  This is his turn to think.  Will he get over his own issues, will he work out what is going on with Indy?  Read on to find out the next installment

Indy and the Control Freak 5

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Indy and the Control Freak 4

Good morning all,

Want to catch up with the latest between Indy and Sam?

What is going to happen now that the pair have made it back to Samuel’s house.  Will Sam uncover what Indy suspects?

Read the continuation in the link below

Indy and the Control Freak 4

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Indy and the Control Freak

Happy reading all.

Indy and the Control Freak 4

Good morning all,

Want to catch up with the latest between Indy and Sam?

What is going to happen now that the pair have made it back to Samuel’s house.  Will Sam uncover what Indy suspects?

Read the continuation in the link below

Indy and the Control Freak 4

If you’ve missed the story then start from this link

Indy and the Control Freak

Happy reading all.

You just don’t hear the wind

Another poem about the Desert I lived in.  It always amazed me that on a windy day, it was still so incredibly quiet.  I hope you enjoy this.

You just don’t hear the wind

Indy and the Control Freak 3

Since the story began, Indy has been rescued from her broken car in a thunderous rain storm.  She’s had words with her rescuer, she’s had a kiss from her rescuer and her rescuer, Samuel has deserted her in the middle of the pitch black and very wet forest.  Click on the link below to find out what befalls Indy next.

Indy and the Control Freak 3

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Indy and the Control Freak

Indy and the Control Freak 2

Two Straight Lines

My impressions on the first day of teaching Year 7’s in poetry.

Two Straight Lines



Warm pavement
Cold shadows
Hot sun
Cool breezes
Crisp skys
Bright light
Clustered flowers
Graceful grass stalks
Gorgeous sunsets
Pale pink moonrise
Soft dawn
Chirping birds
Silent insects
Leaping Lizards
Camels, cows
Horses too
Dingos, rats
And mice
Desert animals
Desert deaths
Harsh hot
Cold frosts
Dry Dry

For the story so far click on the link below

Indy and the Control Freak

Post 2

“Are you alright,” the fellow beside me asked.

“I’m good,” I replied.

“You left the party early,” he stated with a voice as creepy as a creaky coffin opening.  I couldn’t think who he was, the dark night and rain not making his identification easy.  He was tall and the rain didn’t seem to bother him, but it was dark and everything had a dullness about it.  I couldn’t really see him well.

“She’s fine.  She’s with me.”  Samuel stepped into my line of sight and I was never so happy to see his broad military frame.  An ex-British royal marine, I had no idea what he did now, other than he and Matt were in the security business together.

“I am, I ran out of fuel and called a friend to pick me up.  Thanks for stopping,” I said as sincerely as I could.  I stepped towards Sam and beeped my car locked,  not that it was much good with a broken sunroof.

“Thanks for stopping,” Sam added his cold gratitude to mine and then followed me to his car, one eye on the stranger from the party.

When we were in the car he looked at me.  It was too dark to see much more than shadows. He started the motor and turned the heater on.

“What,” I protested.

“I don’t know of anyone who gets into more scraps than you,” he commented.

“How’s Beth, you said she is in labor.” I changed the topic and attempted to stop my teeth from chattering.

“In labor,” he commented dryly.  “I’ll send a friend out to tow your car.”

He pulled out a phone and dialed before I could say anything.  My mind was a bit fuddled. Drawing in a deep breath, I managed to stop my teeth involuntarily moving.  I rubbed my hands together in an effort to warm up quicker.

“You could have just driven me to a service station and I could have gotten some gas.”

He grinned at me.  “You are wearing white,” was all he said.

“What the hell does that mean?  I’m not some innocent virgin,” my voice filled the warming car. Samuel hit the demister button to clear the fogged up windows.

He smirked again. The fellow drove off.

“Darlin’, I look at you in that get-up and I don’t think of you as an innocent virgin.”

“Good,” I huffed, at least that part of the evening went right.  I’d worked hard before the party to come up with some sort of outfit that was smoking hot.  I’d settled on a little white dress.  Not many could pull white off but with my dark red hair and tanned skin, I looked like a Habanero chili tasted.  On my feet, I wore killer red stilettos.

“Tell me about the man,” he asked as he spun the car around.

“I vaguely remember him from the party I was at.”

“It’s a bit early to leave a party isn’t it,” the dashboard clock only said 10:30pm. The rain intensified. Trees gusted out over the road.

“Yeah, the party was turning out a bit wild,” I responded.

“You, left a party because it was morphing into Bedlam,” I could almost see his eyebrows rise, annoying man.

“Oh My God,” I exploded turning to face him squarely.  “Why the hell does my misspent youth always come up? I haven’t done drugs; I haven’t even drunk more than a glass of white in one sitting since I was 20 and that is over six years ago.  I am so going to kill Matt.  I went through a rough patch in my late teens.  You try both your parents dying and see if you do it better.” There was steam coming out of my ears now, and it had nothing, nothing to do with evaporation.

“Cool it, Indy; I wasn’t suggesting anything.  It’s just that in the last few years, you’ve called Matt to rescue you from any number of sticky situations.”

Samuel frowned at something on the side of the road.  I didn’t see what it was.

“What’s the go with the car, you haven’t run out of fuel for several months.”

“I swore I put fuel in my car two days ago.  I did it before the weekend price rise,” I responded.  “I probably have the receipt in my bag.”

“Because that’s a good filing system,” Sam was snappish.  I glared at him, wondering if he could feel my eyes piercing his face.

Sam glanced at me.

“How long has your sunroof been stuck?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t used it much lately. It was shut on my way to the party, but when I went to leave it was slightly open. It wouldn’t shut when I returned to the car.”

“Christ Indy, someone breaking into your car didn’t enter your head.  A sunroof being left open you didn’t think anything of it?”

“No one broke into my car, Sam,” I said it to annoy him and he growled again.  I shivered and I don’t think it was from the cold. Damn it.  “I know where the gas goes in, how to start cars and that anyone would do a better job of servicing my car than me.  That is the complete total of my knowledge on what makes a motor run,” I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the heat on my toes.  It was painful and it was blissful.

“One of these days, I’ll show you how a motor runs,” Samuel said.  His voice was slightly softer and deeper than normal.  Or it could have been that I’d been having fantasies about my brother’s best mate since I met him about three years ago.  I decided to test the waters with a bit of flirting.

“You going to show me how to rev a motor,” I asked sweetly.

He grinned and then flicked the headlights off. I could see nothing now, but we were still driving forward.  Sam slowed the car down, concentrating, not responding to me.

“What,” I questioned. He ignored me rather turning off the road and into what I hoped was a gap in the trees.  I sent a silent prayer up that his night vision was better than mine.

“This is my driveway,” he answered. He must have been correct because we did not hit any trees. “Shsss,” Samuel growled.

“Don’t you,” but that was as far as I got.  I felt Sam’s mouth cover mine, his lips hot and moist, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips, testing.  It was like he was unsure; then coolness.  He’d pulled away. Damn man.  Damn too good-looking fucking commando.

“Stop talking,” he commanded.  “You have no idea how sexy you are in that get up,” he grunted a moment later.  My nipples were on high beam, my lips were swollen. God, I hoped he couldn’t see me. The car was dark and there was no light coming in from outside, he would be able to see nothing, I reasoned to myself and stayed silent.  His rough thumb rubbed across my lips, drying them.  He smelt of gunpowder.  I never realized how sexy the smell of gunpowder could be. It warmed me up from the center out.

I opened my mouth to speak but Sam placed a finger on my lips.  It was warm and roughened.

“I want to make sure that we are not being followed,” Samuel said after a while, opening the door.  A swirl of rain came in.  “Don’t get out of the car,” he said as he rose out of the car.

The door shut without a sound. I watched him walk confidently and silently back two paces before I lost him to the pitch black.  Fucking ex-fucking royal marines.  Of course, I knew how hot I was in the outfit. That was the damn point of it.  I’d wanted to score tonight but the idiot who was to have taken me to the party pulled out.  I decided to go by myself and stuff him.  Fucking Samuel damn bloody fucking Thompson.  God damn it, now that kiss was going to stay with me.  I felt, damn it, I felt.  My body was wracked with a shudder; it had been so long since I had felt like that. A tear might have even escaped my eye but as I was still dripping I decided it was just more water.  Sam Thompson, tall, broad, strong and capable, he was Matt’s best friend; he was Matt’s business partner.  I shouldn’t do this.  I closed my eyes and latched onto his uncertainty.  He wasn’t sure either. I’d always figured him for the cocksure ex-military expert that he was. I did not figure him as insecure.  I figured him as always extremely confident and always absolutely always in control of every situation.  He made me feel like an incompetent bumbling fool.  I was almost as tall as him and I had the classic hourglass figure and somehow, despite the fact that I never did any exercise, I managed to have a reasonable backside. I pushed the water back from my face in a hopeless move, trying to reconcile the dichotomy of unsure and overconfident that was my chauffeur for the evening.

The rain eased, but it was still so dark outside that it seemed to suck the life out of anything.  I shivered again and wondered if I would feel better if I turned on Sam’s car and got some light.  I peered out the windows but couldn’t see anything.

Something thumped into the car.  I screamed.