Tag Archives: #sign

The Writting is upon the Wall

“The Writting is upon the Wall

its Spelt wrungly, but its their!”

“Beware of the Triffid!”

A sign

I saw

one day

whilst out

last May

did warn

me to…

“Beware of the Triffid!”

Well, no Bill Masen, me,

you’d have to agree

if you saw my spindly frame;

and I have no weapons

to stun, or maim,

or kill;

and no will to do so,

no predatory skill,

but I can run away,

and have eyes that see.


I saw the sign,

and ran,

can you now see me?

“Low-Flying Geese!”

“Low-Flying Geese!”

“Beware Low-Flying Geese!”

the sign read;

and then there was the small print;

“Or you’ll have the Low-Flying Geese Police to deal with!”

This sounded like a warning, and a threat; and I don’t appreciate warnings, or threats.

That was when it hit me.

State of the Nation


State Of The Nation

My eye is caught by the glittering shards from a vandalised bus stop; and victimised walls where graffiti disciples have left their calling cards –

Tag! You’re it!”

Last night’s take-aways adorn pavements; castaway chips lay marooned upon the shore; trashed up litter bins lay supine, resting upon the unholy mess of ground with their contents spewn around them.

By the lake there is a sign “No Fishing!” There is also a sign that the ‘young people’ have been there, too!

A shopping-trolley seeks absolution (it has found a solution) for leaving the realm of its use – and kneels, upended in the shallows; and, around the lake three haloes drift; life-preservers cast into the waters; not to save a drowning soul but to slate the thirst for warped humour that the ‘young people’ are cursed with.

Note to Visitors

If you do have cause to fall into the ornamental lake, please could you take care to fall near to a life-preserver and save yourself it would be much appreciated – thank you

The Council.