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I write what I feel…


Shadow Mouse


He flattened himself, slid under the door,


Then reinflated on the other side.

He followed the angle ‘tween wall and floor

As around the edge of the room he crept,

A little gray ghost with his nose ahead,

A dark silent shadow melting, melding


Almost invisible as he progressed

Towards the room where the food was kept.


©Denise G Allen, 26 January 2013 10:53

The idea for this one came from Brian Miller’s cranial mouse nest, lol!


Holiday with the Animals

Bakgatla Resort, Pilanesberg National Park, North West

I am really lucky to have been invited to join a group of friends going to spend about a week in the Pilanesberg National Park. I wil be back next weekend, hopefully with more photo’s for you. I am so excited… I can’t wait… My first holiday in literally years! Sitting round the campfire, listening to the sounds of the bush… wonderful!

Here are some pictures taken from Google Maps.





Rear View Mirror


blinded by love
hormones led me
up the garden path
to see through sightless eyes
but now
my rear view mirror
shows me the horror
makes it clear
what wasn’t there
naïve trusting without guile
when all the while
hatred in disguise
masqueraded as love
in my fool’s paradise


©Denise G Allen, 23 January 2013 09:35




The inky blackness of the night
Is warm and cloying on my skin
Blanket-like it covers me
I find it difficult to breathe

Clotted air weighs heavily
Upon my body as I lie
Presses down against my breast
A spectral lover in the dark

Would that you’d return to me
Hold me in your gentle arms
Stroke me with your loving touch
And be the one I miss so much


©Denise G Allen, 21 January 2013 13:08


Out and About


Jack and Mrs Sprat

Thin and very fat

Took a stroll around the town

Looking at the sights

Never dreaming they were one

To other passers-by

Admiring the lights

Mirrored in the glass

Imagining they fit right in

‘Cos there are many fat-cats

Greed will take its toll

Now fancy that


©Denise G Allen, 21 January 2013 08:23


The Hanging Moon


I watch the moon hang in the sky

I meet her gaze eye to eye

Lantern-like she doesn’t blink

Nor give a hint of what she thinks

As she reflects on earth below

Where human ants scurry to and fro

What thorny issues does she ponder

What on Earth is there I wonder

To keep that stare fixed day and night

On the view from that great height


©Denise G Allen, 18 January 2013 09:48


Jack Frost Goes Calling


Wrapped up tight against the weather

Like a sausage in its skin

Hard to move all his appendages

As a mummy bound in bandages

Jack Frost is in disguise

Dressed to fit a larger size

A stalactite hangs from his nose

Red and bulbous as a rose

The poor, poor man is feeling ill

And a chill runs up his spine

He is starting to decline

Quickly pass a glass of wine

Help him out to the latrine

Strip him off down to his skin

We will have to start again…

Jack Frost is the personification of frost and cold weather,[1] a variant of Old Man Winter held responsible for frosty weather, for nipping the nose and toes in such weather, coloring the foliage in autumn, and leaving fernlike patterns on cold windows in winter.
Starting in early 20th century literature, more filled-out characterizations of Jack Frost have made him into a sprite-like character. He sometimes appears as a sinister mischief maker.

©Denise G Allen, 17 January 2013 14:24