Wednesday 29 August 2007

Troll tails

This is an extract from a current story I am working on. It's only a small preview of a wonderful story which will soon be available to buy in a beautiful handcrafted story book. Enjoy!

“But he’s got a tail!” Scamp whispered in surprise. And sure enough, there coming out of his trousers was a rather bushy tail. It looked to Scamp very much like a squirrel’s tail, only this was a dark brown – the colour of mud – and it had black stripes running around it.

“Of course he’s got a tail – he’s a Troll!” said the Wizard as if everybody knew this. “And when he remembers he has a tail it is his proudest possession!”

“What do you mean, if he remembers?” asked Scamp, curiously.

“Trolls are funny creatures,” said the Wizard. “Sometimes they are so busy worrying about their precious trees and rocks that they forget they have a tail.”

“But that’s crazy!” said Scamp.

“But true!” replied the Wizard. “Do you remember how I told you that Trolls are excellent at hiding?”

Scamp nodded.

“Well sometimes, if you’re really lucky, you will be able to find a Troll because he has forgotten to hide his tail!”

Sunday 26 August 2007

The Life of Shoes

Open-toed, slingbacks and heels
you ever thought of how it feels,
every day to walk the street
filled with all your smelly feet?

Big toes, little toes, all inbetween
I must admit, I've never been keen
heels and soles are just as bad
the life of a shoe is really sad

We walk down streets of cobbled stones,
some walk up carpets to big thrones!
But trainers have the awfullest deal
trudging around on muddy fields

We're rubbed and polished 'til we shine,
"Your shoes are great, but look at mine!"
Until one day we fall apart,
then we're thrown onto the dustbin cart

And so you see the life of shoes
is not so great, we always lose
so give a thought to your trusty pair
next time you leave them out to air.


I wrote this poem a few years ago when I wondered if it were possible to write a poem about anything. I looked around my room for an object to write about and my shoe rack caught my attention. It turns out that not only can you write a poem about practically anything - it can be fun too!!