Saturday, 18 July 2015

Cobwebs...



Sometimes we need

To dust the mind

And pluck the cobwebs

From our eyes

To clearly see

The world around

And not by prejudice

Be bound



poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 12 July 2015

'Why Me????...**BLOG POST**



The tale which is about to unfold before you is disturbing on many levels...mainly because the majority of the unsettling events which form the narrative.....are hideously true!...

Prithee do continue, gentle and curious reader...

'WHY ME?'...

So there I was...standing alone at the bus stop...in the rain...minding my own business...when I spotted some bearded guy walking towards me with determined rapidity. The pyjamas flapping around him heralding his approach should have been a clue that something wasn't quite right here.

I did that thing we all do in moments of awkward discomfort. I kept my eyes firmly on the ground and mumbled..."Oh shit! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

He stopped!

Reluctantly, I dragged my gaze from the pavement to find him looking directly at me. Suddenly a voice, which squeaked like a wonky wheel on a shopping trolley, loudly proclaimed...

"Look at you standing there like a Parisian whore...I hope all your children are born cross eyed!"...

As I started to process his perception of my choice of apparel, inwardly worrying I'd inadvertently dressed as a French hooker that morning and with those endearing well wishes delivered, he briskly continued upon his merry way. 

Dragging with him there scuttled a solitary flip-flop...(does that make it a flip or a flop then?...ok, ok, I digress)...leaving ME with the mental imagery of any future kids I should bear, standing in a line...struggling to focus on me, each with a plaster over one eye!

Eventually my bus arrived and with great relief I jumped on board. I'd quite a way to go and after a while the rhythm of the engine lulled me into a semi-stupor.

Truck driver humor | NEW ORLEANS Bus Driver's Sense Of Humor

It was only when my head banged into the window with some force, as the bus went over a bump, that I came to my senses and realised I had travelled a fair distance with my face pressed against the glass, my tongue having formed the perfect conduit for drool. 

I quickly tried to recover my dignity but this was a bit difficult with the old dear sitting opposite gawping at my chin...as her gnarled fist handed me a tissue.

Thankfully, there wasn't much further to go now and as the bus stopped to pick up more passengers I casually glanced out of the window...to find some guy wearing a hooded duffel coat...glaring right at me, through a curtain of pouring rain...like an auditionee for The Shining!

There he stood, rigid...arms stiffened by his sides, fists clenched. Rain cascaded over him with unrelenting fervour. All the time his eyes stared threateningly into mine whilst his lips slowly creased into a rictus grin...bizarrely, I was hypnotised...I couldn't look away!.

Gradually I watched his fists begin to uncurl and then...almost in slow motion...he raised both hands, in perfect unison, right up to the glass, behind which my incredulous face hovered wearing an expression of raw stupid!.....and gave me two fingers!...several times!...in rapid succession!...whilst mouthing..."F**k You"!!...following which, he turned and ran off down the road...arms outstretched, fingers still gesticulating their urgent message...face raised to the sky, lost within a maniacal laugh!!

I'd like to think that at some point he ran into a lamppost...

been there beforeShocked, gobsmacked and with gasteds seriously flabbered...I looked around to see if any of the other passengers had witnessed this bizarre event. If they had no one said anything. 

All faces wore the same expression of having given up on life as they silently shuffled along their seats to make room for more automatons, eyes glazed and empty,  locked into a mind-melt with the mother ship.


Stunned, I flopped back in my seat, eager to get the rest of the journey over with and it was as the bus was about to set off that some chap who had just boarded and sat in the seat in front of mine, suddenly swivelled round, his face inches from my own and...whilst smiling through a set of teeth the condition of which would have earned him a VIP pass to the Jeremy Kyle Show...said to me....

"I shouldn't be out ya know"....

This news bulletin reached my ears after surfing breath so offensive as to bleach my nasal hair! His mouth should have been covered with 'Crime scene' tape! And still he remained twisted upon his seat to allow him to continue to stare at me. 

Maybe he was waiting for the toxic vapours he emitted to render me unconscious! 

It was as I watched him prepare to draw another breath...(a direct insult to the poor tree, out there somewhere, tirelessly pumping out oxygen to feed him)...that I decided I had had enough!

"D'ya know what?"...I loudly raved whilst jumping from my seat and stomping angrily to the front of the bus..."I think you'll find...I'm the one who shouldn't be soddin'  out!!!!!!!!"...

And with that said...I jumped off the bus and walked the rest of the way home with the downpour beating upon my stressed out bits!!...Tell you what though...if I ever have need to do that again.............I'll definitely wait for the bus to stop first!!

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 27 June 2015

Broken...



You can mend

A broken bone

You can fix

A broken heart

But should you

Break a promise

There is no turning back



poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Friday, 26 June 2015

The Tragedy of Youth...



Youth now spent

As age stomps on

Deserves to be

So frowned upon

'Cos now, where once

I did turn heads

My wizened form

Turns stomachs instead!


© Copyright Lynn Gerrard



Sunday, 7 June 2015

Blood Moon...



Give me the promise

Of an ominous sky

Whisper dark tales

As thunder rolls by

Walk with me

Where old bones brew

And beneath a blood moon

I will lie with you



Photo only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 30 May 2015

A Right Pain in the.... *BLOG POST*



It's always with great reluctance I ever go to the doctors. I loathe acquiring the need to go...I loathe the battle with the receptionist to allow me an appointment to let me go...and I loathe being stuck in a waiting room, once I get there, that's bulging with bug carrying beings, who secrete their bacteria willy-nillily into an atmosphere already polluted with the infected detritus of patients past!

So, one day, in a effort to avoid such a scenario, after having spent a couple of days prior in growing agony with a pain in my side...it was with equal reluctance I decided to ring the NHS helpline to seek their advice...

"Good morning, NHS Direct" said the monotonic voice with all the warmth of a mortuary slab!

"Oh hello, sorry to bother you, but I wondered if you could help me?"

"What's the problem" she yawned

"Well, I've an intense pain down my back and into my side"

"What kind of pain?"

Why do people ask that question??? How am I supposed to answer?..."It's a wonderful pain really, I'm reluctant to part with the agony!"

What I actually said was...

"All I can tell you, is that it's a painful pain"

"Can you describe it to me?" I could sense her eyes rolling as she grunted this request!

Retro Humor
"What? Describe it to you? Well, not really...maybe if I screamed down the phone you could assess it!"

Her sigh was palpable.

We stumbled around a few more questions as I grimaced in increasing discomfort, until she asked...

"What do you think you've got?"

"Pardon?" an incredulous gasp escaped from behind my clenched tooth.

"What do YOU think you've got?"

"What do I think I've got???...'What. Do. I. Think. I've. Got'!!!...You're not quite grasping the concept of Helpline are you?...Aren't you supposed to tell me?....Isn't that how this works!!"

I was so frustrated at this point that, after expressing my feelings through continuing spasms of agony, I decided to slam the phone down....and would have done so had she not done so first!

Well, there was nothing else for it, I was going to have to bite the bullet and confront the wizened harridan behind the reception desk at the doctors surgery, pissed with power 'cos she's got her own stapler! I believe she was engaged to be married once.....but then he got his sight back! I swear, if you were to collapse at her desk, she'd write for an ambulance!!

we <3 ZiggyAnyway, I took a deep breath and rang the surgery to make an appointment. 

"Doctors surgery"...she spat.

"I'd like an appointment to see Dr. Handson tomorrow please"


"If you want an appointment tomorrow you'll need to phone at 8:30 in the morning"


"Well, given that I'm ringing now couldn't you just mark it down for me please?" 

"No...we can only allocate appointments on the day".


"Ok, can I have an appointment with Dr. Handson this morning then please"


"No...he's booked up"


"Oh right...well...are you sure I'll get in to see him tomorrow then?"


"No...you'll need to phone at 8:30 in the morning and I'll tell you"


"For God's sake! What about tomorrow afternoon then? Can you book me in for then?"


"If you want an appointment tomorrow afternoon you'll need to phone at 2:30 tomorrow" 


"Oh Holy Jesus in Heaven!"...I strained. "I've got high blood pressure you know...I can feel my veins stretching! You're not helping here! Have you...for the sake of Christ...got anything for this afternoon then?????".


"It's possible"


"It is?...Is it?"...I'd never been this excited since I got the card telling me I'd won the beauty competition......I love Monopoly I do!


 "Wonderful...can you tell me what time please?"


"No...You'll have to phone up at 2:30"


Shortly after this episode I was admitted to hospital with concussion after smashing myself in the head, several times with a handset! As for the pain in my side? Thankfully it vanished, seems it couldn't compete with the right pain in the arse the days events had provided!

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 23 May 2015

Sliver of Ice...



My dreams

Hover

Like footprints

In the snow

Frozen moments

To savour

Before they melt

And go

To leave me

With the cold

Reality of life

In that

Within each dream

There hides

A sliver of ice




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard