
Little red hut
by seaside discrete
was anything but
Hold on it will clear up, ha de Gött!


Little red hut
by seaside discrete
was anything but
Hold on it will clear up, ha de Gött!


Sometimes we get it wrong
too much information
to the loo
he enthusiastically admired
Per in wrinkles
doesn’t make sense
I’ll go and look for some periwinkles, toodle-oo. Ha de Gött!


Colourless in the snow
The dead oak tree
Refusing to fall
Resilient and beautiful
Stretching branches to the universe
A fading memory
Ha de Gött!


roaring in dark skies on chariots from north roams the night biting frost and cold King Frost allied with the sun carried by bird song shyly takes the day gentle warmth and light Princess Spring melts winter away
There is time for everything and there is a time for everything, ha de Gött!


Rhythmic steel chime
like a lullaby of
longing
home and away
Life’s a journey, ride on. Ha de Gött!


Flowing free
for a moment
holding still
in ice and snow
an eternal round trip
dinosaur beverage
Hydrate, ha de Gött!


A feeling of despair creeps up
all was done according to standard procedure
don’t give up yet, start over and over until
you make that dreaded call
after eons of signals a barely audible voice
guttural murmur at the other end and a long sigh followed by
What can I help you with?
frustrated sizzling between teeth explain, repeat, explain, repeat
then the question, THE QUESTION!
drops a red blanket like a matador in front of your dimmed eyes
Did you reboot?
mustering all strength to be polite state in a forced exhale
Ten times, ten **** times
another long sigh and a bored murmur
Hang on I’ll consult a colleague
another eon of your non existing time passes while contemplating
what should go out the window, you or that useless piece of equipment
the murmuring voice on the phone finally comes back
You did say you did reboot, right?
a rushing sound in your head that portends
that a fuse is about to blow you hear
Sorry, can’t help you but we’ll send a tech…… Next week
drained of all energy, defeated, beaten, out for the count
as you leave in tears you hear behind you
the machine miraculously coming alive
you go back only to see your, pale and hollowed eyed long lost colleagues
emerging like zombies from the dark corners of the room
gather around with grin like hyenas moaning
My printouts, my precious printouts
Inspired by my sons encounter with the printer room. Ha de Gött!


On a slippery slope
left hanging still
until morning drop
When life stops, dare to let go. Ha de Gött!


Mysterious forest track
what’s around the bend
will I meet Rapunzel
long blond hair from a cliff tower
stumble over racing hare and a hedgehog
smoke smelling and well fed Hänsel und Gretel
is that a cat in a hat and boots
feel the stare in the neck from seven ravens
a few steps further seven short men singing
Cinderella and Snow White dancing hand in hand
Sweet dreams, ha de Gött!


It’s February and nature awaits the coming of spring.
Any day now birds will start to sing.
Good things come to those who waits, ha de Gött!