Meet Formaggio

I’ve just been laying on the floor with our lil cherub dog Louie (Louie is the most adorable french bulldog with a playful mischievous nature so we get on very well). I struggled to get up (my back is not quite healed but nearly!) and whilst rolling around on the carpet I ranted at my mum about how I was being magnetized to the Earths core and recently I can feel it pulling on me constantly. Whenever something causes me joyful irritation I say “I’m gonna write a letter”, who to i’m not always sure? So i’m rolling about on the floor saying “i’m gonna write a letter because gravity is getting stronger, or i’m getting physically weaker – either way i’m writing a letter”. Louie just sat in his bed watching, whilst sucking the nose of his bunny rabbit teddy called Madge. The nose of Madge has turned into his pacifier, he loves it and sucks away with much delight. We have to chuck it in the washing machine pretty often because it gets a bit dirty. I renamed Madge ‘Formaggio’ because it gets a bit cheesy.

Here she is -As you ca20160123_220352278_iOS.jpgn see she looks pretty horrified and her face is a bit soggy. She’s gonna write a letter!
Have a good weekend 🙂



The unknown

When nature shows me a physical doorway into darkness I do not need to think twice about whether or not to enter. My heart pounds, my face resembles the Cheshire cat and before I know it i’m lost in darkness, climbing over rocks and soaking up the sensations, smells, sounds and vibrations. The darkness absorbs me as I stand in the same place an ancient ancestor may of stood. All time is lost, all past and future is erased, I have no age but feel like a child with no fear. For that moment I belong right there, when the world began and when the universe ends, holding hands with my ancient ancestor listening to the incomprehensible silence. Tiny hairs stand on end, the cool air caresses my skin, I can taste the Earth in my mouth, moisture droplets run alive around me. “I cannot stay, I must return”. I turn around, and there in the distance is daylight, daylight I left millenia ago, the closer I get to the light the faster the connection fades, I notice the ticking of my watch, which I did not hear in the echo of the cave. Before I know it i’m back, back into the organised chaos and our obsession with time. Stood out in the day, with all the endless noises and people, I suddenly feel so grateful, because without the light of day I could never truly appreciate that cave for what it really is.

Todays poem: ‘Garden’

If I were a Garden, I would beg you were pardon

for stepping all over my lovely green hair.

If I were a Garden, I would beg you were pardon

for walking straight past not even a glare.

If I were a Garden, I would beg you were pardon

for picking my beauty without any care.

If YOU were a Garden, I would beg you were pardon

for letting my dog shit on you, pissing up your fence, having sex in your trees and throwing empty beer cans and cigarette butts behind your bench!

The end

‘Garden’ 2016 by Alan Burdett

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