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children's poetry, Poetry, poetry

No. 1135

Appearances. By CpSingleton © 2015

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In loose fitting garb, a stranger appears.

A frown furrows my brow each step that he nears.

I think it’s a man, by the length of his stride.

It would be unseemly for a lady to stretch out so wide.


Within three steps he has crossed a grass field.

His heavy, broad feet mulching the yield.

He doesn’t seem to notice: regardless he stamps,

Each step shuddering fences and the solid street lamps.


Sweat runs down my crack. He grunts as he closes.

I’m astounded by the size of his hands and his toesies!

I slowly look up and he, in turn, down.

He has humungous eyes: one blue and one brown.


I try to be brave and calmly ask him his name.

‘Gladys,’ he grunts and asks me the same.

I tell him it’s Carrot and the pillock guffaws.

‘That’s not a real name! That’s a veg’ for coleslaws!’


Well, he may be a giant, with hands wide and fat,

But I’m no pushover and I’m not having that!

‘Oy!’ I shouted up. ‘Don’t dare laugh at my name!

‘Gladys is a girl’s moniker. Don’t you feel some shame?’


He scratched his gret chin, with its one spiny hair,

Frowned more than I, yet continued to stare.

‘I am a woman, you blind, tiny prat!’ She said.

Well, you can imagine the thoughts trapped in my head.


‘Oh, my apologies, it’s dark and your hood hides your skin.’

I said with a gentle smile that I hope would allow me to win.

You could hear her brain ticking and whirring in thought.

Questions been asked slowly and answers being sought.


Eventually she nodded, accepting my line.

‘I am a big girl, so I suppose your confusion is fine.’

After a sigh, that blew off my hat and my hair,

The giant girl stomped off and was no longer there.

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About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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2 thoughts on “No. 1135

  1. Phew – glad you didn’t get squashed…

    Posted by Maureen | August 7, 2015, 9:01 pm

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