Tag Archives: What Pegman Saw

Four Funerals and a Wedding

What a week. Four funerals attended, done nothing but rain. But come Saturday week I don’t care if the sun does hide. For then strong-limbed  young Bridget becomes my flame-headed Bride. Oops, not Rams Island, not even Northern Ireland. My … Continue reading

Posted in Shorts | Tagged , | 13 Comments

Exiled Son of an Exile

Honourless banishment for the father Honourless exile for father’s child too Three years in exile, this son of an exile Remembered always, Erik Thorvaldsson Written for What Pegman Saw

Posted in History, Shorts | Tagged , , | 4 Comments

What Pegman Saw: At Portmeirion

The elves came out of the woods, came into the open. ‘Where shall we build our new homes?’ asked the headman, Alvyn. ‘I know,’ said Damh the Bard, ‘let’s build of stone at Portmeirion.’ Written for What Pegman Saw Who’s … Continue reading

Posted in Shorts | Tagged , | 12 Comments

What Pegman Saw: O Gaia

O Gaia, O Goddess, Giant amongst Titans, Mother of gods whose very height frightens Forgive us. Forgive our trespass upon your flanks; Forgive our rubbish left at our camps Forgive our bodies, dead in their quest; Forgive the spikes driven … Continue reading

Posted in Rhymes (Some Silly) | Tagged , | 12 Comments

What Pegman Saw: Them

I turned the corner and there she was, sat on the bench outside the inn. Alone. By the way she dressed, I thought her a man. But closer, I saw her breasts, unbound. I swept a look round, fearful a … Continue reading

Posted in Shorts | Tagged , | 10 Comments

Rest in Peace, Papa G.

Mama was such a pretty thing. Born Dorothy (of the Stones of Bath), but Papa G. always called her Dolly. The perfect wife, he often said: a willing bed-mate—she gave him seventeen of us little-uns; Peter’s the eldest, I’m the … Continue reading

Posted in Shorts | Tagged , | 34 Comments

His Bitch

Robert stood back, his job for this morning done, and watched as a doorman materialised to hold open the door. Anxious now … Tessa was new to the business, would she stumble? Embarrassed, would she look to him? Come on, … Continue reading

Posted in Shorts | Tagged , | 21 Comments