Felt that Monday needed a cheery sort of poem.

This was inspired by the middle child, who when he was very young and got caught doing something naughty used to say that the "shadow R***n" had done it! We've all got one of those...

THERE’S ANOTHER ME THAT’S NAUGHTY

There's another me that's naughty

And it’s very plain to see

That the other naughty person

Absolutely isn’t me.

When I tidy up my bedroom

I make sure it’s spic and span,

But the other me that’s naughty

Doesn’t buy into my plan!

So with everything I put away

The naughty me will shout

That she hasn’t finished playing,

And leave all the best toys out…

When my clothes are in a jumble

Don’t you see, it’s just the same?

It’s not me that left them messy,

It’s the naughty me to blame!

And that special bar of chocolate

That went missing from the drawer?

It’s the naughty me who took it,

(Like the many times before…)

If someone left the lights on

Well there’s no use in asking: “Who?”

It’s the naughty me that just forgot

The thing she had to do.

So remember when you think it’s me

I’m really not the one...

It’s the naughty me that’s far too fond

Of having all the fun!

GD December 2013

OOOH! Latest cover for London Calls! from clever Alex…

I'm preparing a poetry workshop for a year 5 class at local Primary school.

The workshop is called: What's the point of Poetry?

Legend of the Library 

In the stillness and hush of the carpeted room 

In the space between Magic and Rhyme, 

By the window that lends a warm light to the gloom 

Sits a child who’s forgotten the time… 

With her head in a book and her heart in a land 

That is made up of legends and spells, 

She is holding a world in the palm of her hand 

And absorbs every tale that it tells… 

Many wonders reside on the pages of books 

Resting quietly, tucked up in bed 

As they sit on the shelves and collect in the nooks 

Waiting each to be picked out and read.  

Because here in the silence of library life, 

In the rustle of books and their kind, 

You will find that the pen is a mightier knife 

And that power lies all in the mind. 

GD 2013

Because Poetry can change the way you think, and if it can change the way you think, it can change the world. 

If you are in any doubt, read Nelson Mandela's favourite poem, Invictus

Doing a bit of research into Curious Creatures and there are some absolutely astonishing animals out there...check out my current top 10 and their Super-Powers.

In a poem, of course. Read it HERE

Heterocephalus glaber

The 3rd in the series is out! 
Read all about these gloriously fascinating and amazingly CURIOUS CREATURES on the brilliant JUMP! mag now...

HELLO! My name's Messy and I'm a MONSTER!

G R A V I T Y
From deep water to deeper space; if ever there was a film than needs to be watched at the cinema, this is it.
Breathless, beautiful, vision of vast, endless space...
Ode to loneliness and the human condition...
Homage to instinct, resilience and survival, wrapped up in ace music and gob-smacking visuals...
Or deeply traumatic horror film with no monster?

One thing's for sure, I won't be booking a mega-bucks seat on Virgin's Space Shuttle in a hurry.