DISTURBED SILENCE

Outside, 

A motorbike

Rudely interrupts 

The silence before the

Doppler Effect

Drags it

Away.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Distance is no barrier to imagination, from the safety of an armchair, shoe leather is never worn out on its well-trodden roads; tea is the universal mode of travel for those who think while they drink, ponder while they wander and light up while they sup. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

A game of snakes and ladders, with all the snakes removed. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Catching random, scattered thoughts in a butterfly net before releasing them safely back into the golden fields of imagination. ☕

STATELY PLEASURE DOMES FOR ODD SOCKS

I dreamt I finally found the mythical place where all the odd socks go. Now I've woken up I've forgotten where that is.

I'm consoling myself with the fact that Coleridge must have had similar dreams before he one day woke up and wrote 'Kubla Khan'.

Maybe.

BLOOMING MORNINGS

I don't so much rise from bed these days as unfurl like a slow-blooming flower. 🥀

FIRST CUP OF TEA

We 'first-cuppers' should have a name or at least a collective noun. There are millions of us, every morning. ☕

The Sippers In Slippers?

A contentment of first-cuppers?

The Slurperites?

A ponderance of first-cuppers?

The Snug Glugs

Just a thought. 🤔

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Scientists agree that we have to practice something for 10,000 hours before we can call ourselves an expert in that field.

I am therefore an expert in the field of tea-drinking, even though I can't recall ever drinking tea in a field. 🤔☕

BLESSINGS

It's Easter Sunday, lamb for dinner, all is silent save for my wall clock which gently taps its beat in metronomic reassurance, reminiscent of a quieter, bygone age. 

I sit in my comfiest of armchairs and count my blessings, sip by sip and tick by tock. ☕

FIRST CUP OF TEA

I've found the end of Imagination's rainbow, and it's sharing out its gold. ☕