Michael Forester's Blog, page 10
February 7, 2016
The Thespian
The Thespian I have outlived my time. Born to a life of tinkering, I have been forced against my will to live into an age when the concept of repair has become alien. To your generation the mere thought of mending a domestic appliance is laughable. Yours is the age of the disposable, the throwaway. […]
Bull’s Christmas Shopping
Bull’s Christmas Shopping Bull went into the shopping mall, His Christmas presents to buy A clock for Aunt Maude, A teapot for Claude And a kite for his nephew to fly. But Albert the sheep With considerable cheek (But on Bull, well, he always relies) Had asked for a comb and some hair […]
The Fly with the Sty in His Eye
The Fly with the Sty in His Eye I once did espy From the side of my eye A little black fly As he flew through the sky And that poor little fly Had a sty in his eye. “Would you like me to try,” I said to the fly, “To put balm on […]
The gnat in galoshes
Have you ever thought how posh is The gnat in his galoshes? Then remember how much dosh is represented when he sloshes Through the snow. And consider how much tosh is Often spoken of galoshes when the gnat sits down and noshes and when he – but oh my gosh! Is that the time? Then […]
Genghis: An obituary
Genghis: An obituary This is the obituary Of Ghengis, my beloved flea A member of my family Whose passing was calamity. Now Genghis hatched a tiny flea As little as the eye could see but nonetheless would grow to be A special flea, a prodigy. He grew into maturity Comporting with […]
The March of The Darkness Bearers
The March of The Darkness Bearers When the world enters its Netherdeath, silence will seep from the fissures of Edenspring to pool like venous blood from an odious battle wound. Then will come the Darkness Bearers. They will march from the land that some call ‘East,’ whereof the Fathers write […]
February 4, 2016
Blog Post 48: Des Res Part 3
Continued from part 2 Nothing of note happened during the evening. I contented myself with reading the newspaper and glancing occasionally at Charles, who had eventually slid into the green armchair on the other side of the inglenook. Well, about midnight, just after the obligatory antique grandfather chimed the new day in, the […]
January 31, 2016
Des Res: A Ghost Story – Part 2
Continued from Part 1 It opened straight into the living room where, twenty feet away at the end of the room, the olde-worlde wood burner blazed in a perfect New Forest inglenook. Have you ever entered a room where the fire was burning in the grate yet it still feels cold? […]
January 27, 2016
Des Res – A Ghost Story – Part 1
The deal was quite a simple one really. Charles – that’s my sister Marcie’s husband – believes in ghosts and I don’t. At least I didn’t. He’s got money and I haven’t, so when he challenged me to put my beliefs to the test with the offer of a big fat payoff, I wasn’t […]
January 23, 2016
Blogpost 45: Sometimes They Don’t Come Back Part 5
He bends all four knees again, leans forwards and lifts. The effort is phenomenal. Mentally he instructs the motors of his gossamers to lift him. Their pitch rises until they are screeching, but the weight is too great and he remains floor bound. Eventually he gives up, reconciles himself to […]
