Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

  • Oblivions Gates.

    If I could un-invent anything ? What a question that is. I would love to un-invent Weaponry but where do you start with spears or clubs ? If you want me to be flippant it would be smart phones, if there was a devil, they would definitely have been his work. They’re addictive, manipulative and Read more

  • Love and Care.

    This may be my last post, for a while anyway. Apple has updated my iPad, and as a consequence I have lost all my recent writing. This was written March 25 when I was in hospital being treated for burns.               Spirits Blue flame, blue flame, that was all I Read more

  • I am not a particularly untidy person, my little workshop gets in a mess sometimes, but then every so often I blitz it. So I have written this from an imaginary person’s perspective. “Gunwales the upper edge of the hull an old sailing ship may seem not to rhyme with tunnels but it’s usually pronounced Read more

  • Never a Straight Answer

    My favourite Animal was Eric Burdon, the way he stood and just blurted out House of the Rising Sun was phenomenal, most other singers of the time danced and pranced around the stage but not Eric. My least favourite animals are the giant phart (Latin name (Donaldis Trumpis ) and the poocan. ( Latin name Read more

  • Bird on a Wire.

    An old girl friend once said to me “If you like Bob Dylan you’ll like Leonard Cohen” That’s true to a certain extent, Cohen has written some beautiful songs, but as some say they can’t tolerate Dylan’s voice, that slow drawl of cohen irks me. Songs such as “Hallelujah” but even more to my taste Read more

  • On Thin Ice.

    Ok so it wasn’t a trip, it was a slip. Friday night just gone exhibited temperatures well below zero. Some of the snow from the days previous had melted but the melt water had frozen into black ice. Saturday, is the day I help out at a local DIY shop. I tried on the boots Read more

  • The Eating of the Clothes

    I’m so sorry I seem to be in a rut of depression at the moment, it’s cold dark and the foxes (Phart, Poocan etc) are all in chicken shed again. I should explain before you read the following “Pully”is slang, certainly here in Yorkshire, and probably in most of the UK for a pullover. In Read more

  • A Tribute To John Lennon.

    You know I often twist things around to fit the prompt, but a post I had on the other day (Clean the World 30/12/25/ ) would have been an exact match for today’s prompt. So, first there was that fantastic cleaning product, then the truth pill now the pill that lets people see the truth. Read more

  • Joined at the Hip.

    I’m Attached. So, she pointed me in the right direction, told me which bus to catch, and off I went on the one hour journey to see the physiotherapist at the hospital on the other side of town. We had heavy show overnight, but by now, early afternoon, it is now turning to brown slush. Read more

  • Mission Impossible.

    I wonder how many bloggers are going to use the title Mission Impossible as a result of the prompt. I’m willing to bet though none are as mad as this. Mission Impossible. I’m on a mission to stop nuclear fission, bombs and weapons and warI want to stop greed, ‘cause there’s really no need, and Read more