The Promise

Standard

She pulled on his emotional strings like no other, the promise of delicious delights heightened his senses into a pulsating rage.
The end of the shift drew close, he could already smell the sweet love and taste the beautiful elixir that awaited him so.
The drive home lasted a lifetime, heart racing faster the car he was driving.

As he entered the promise, as before, the promise had been desolved leaving the pain of frustration emulating from his sorry soul.

© C Webber 2017

Loving you

Standard

Your silky smooth skin,

Can I touch it, can I feel the warmth from within.
Let my fingertips trace every curve of your being,

I can see you whole, without really seeing.
Let me smell your sweet sweet aroma,

Taste your taste, rise my senses from its coma.
Let these needy butterflies fly,

I can see your pure soul by gazing straight into your eye.
My heart picks up pace, in this competition of love race,

Beauty from within, written all over your stunning face.

Emotions abound soon placed on trial,

Caught in the wonder, of this earthly denial.
But nothing can stop true love and it’s ever winding course,

Stay on this track to find out the truth and its  source.
© C Webber 2017

Tooth Fairy 

Standard


Please be seated as this story may astound you…….

Sitting comfortably?

Then I shall begin…..

My son who is now the grand old age of 11 lost another baby tooth on Sunday…

Now I had to explain to him that at the old age of 11 the tooth fairy no longer visits.

He brushed this off with a pure desire for the £2 that a tooth now fetches in these parts.

“It’s worth £2!”, he insisted and continued his defiance by wrapping his bloody tooth in tissue.

He passed it to me for safe keeping, ready for the placement under his pillow, the place for the deal between child and tooth fairy.

Unbelievably the deal was forgotten and the tooth left in the pocket of my jeans.

The next morning whilst getting ready for the day ahead, I slipped on my jeans and placed my hand in my pocket…

To my surprise a found a number of coins which I removed and placed on the side.

I then reached deeper to find the tissue containing my sons lost tooth…

But what happened next shocked me….

I shouted to my son that he had forgotten about his tooth and he came into the room.

But as I opened the folded tissue I found no tooth! Confused I checked it again, and then again…but no tooth…but then I noticed something else….the coins I had removed from my pocket…

2 new…..shiny…..pound coins!!!

I couldn’t work it out?? I checked the tissue again….I checked my pocket….nothing!

My son thought it was great and whisked off his £2 haul to put in his money pot…

So for those of you who don’t believe….

This is a true story….

The tooth fairy lives on….

Words of Death

Standard


The words permeated his body.
Smothering every vibrant organ in a body once 

youthful,

     fun, 

          evoking.
Squeezing tight until no more life giving oxygen could flow.
Turning black and rotten, his mind glazed and abandoned from

 stupor, 

      numbness,

               disengagement.
Not a moment of compassion to fall from the darkness 

flying, 

   sparking, 

                                       igniting.
Grasping and gasping he gulps on his last breath.
Comfort absorbs in the perpetual death.
© C Webber 2017

Saturday Sadness….Sorry

Standard

Contained in my heart with a bitterness to fall apart.

The constant rain, not to nourish the barron ground.
Relentless in its presence, drowning the last blooming flower.
Petals float on the surface, forgotten, left to perish.
Raindrops fall from the now creased face of hope.
Numb in wonder, Numb in fast forward.
Unable to clear the misty view, pleasures are few, life hard to chew.
Disjointed, belief, turn which way?
Chemical imbalance, gradual degrading, social decay, world view.
Tethered to a chariot of law, skin worn thin, bleeding to the blind.
Still my eyes look to blue hope, fingers crossed.
Just in transition or forever lost?
© C Webber 2017