Jane Jago's Blog, page 3

Puppy Poems – I

Poems of puppy Fozzie Jago as he is exploring and experiencing the world!

Today my toof falled out
It bleeded on my toy
Hudad was very worry
Coz I is his favourite boy

Jane Jago

Dai and Julia – Spoiled For Choice

In a modern-day Britain where the Roman Empire never left, Dai and Julia solve murder mysteries, whilst still having to manage family, friendship and domestic crises…

The golden autumnal weather had given way to a chilly November. Dai Llewellyn sat at his desk by the broad window that looked out over the walled garden of his residence. He still struggled to think of it as ‘home’. Maybe it was the eagle over the door that sneered at him every time he crossed the threshold with its silent messa...

How To Be Old – A Beginner’s Guide! (19)

Advice on growing old disgracefully from an elderly delinquent with many years of expertise in the art – plus free optional snark…

If you’re old then I say this to you
There are certain things that you can’t do
You can’t make your lunch
Alcoholic punch
or have a Slow Comfortable Screw!

Eleanor Swift-Hook

The Cold Comes In

After summer’s glory and October’s golden leaves
In comes bleak November and gaunt, skeletal trees
The winds blow hard, like steel is hard
With neither stint nor quarter
The cold comes in, winter begins
Jack Frost starts his slaughter.

There’s never, in November owt of soft or mellow
It’s not cheery December, coming with a hearty bellow
The mist in swathes, makes people wraiths
And bites with chilling ease
The dark days come, no warmth, no sun
No care that it should please.

Some take the time for fi...

Aeva’s Challenge – VII

A tale of angels, demons and dragons…

They broke their fast quietly with one eye on the sky, but in the end it was full noon before a gleaming speck in the sky announced the return of the dragon. She landed quietly this time. No histrionics. No wild wind or storm clouds. Aeva knew this boded no good to anyone and she was glad of Adamo’s strength at her back.
“Aeva Darkstar. It seems your instinct was faultless. The desert draca do indeed have a mortal male in their nest…”
“But?”
“But they will n...

Granny’s Pearls of Wisdom – Sushi

Pearls of wisdom from an octogenarian who’s seen it all…

Rice. Rice with vinegar. Rice with vinegar and seaweed and (often) raw fish.

What the feck is that all about?

Yeah, fish and vinegar. That’s all good. But we’ll have the fish wrapped in batter and served with chips shall we?

Okay. 

Sushi, and all the other stuff, comes from another culture and I accept that. 

I just don’t want to eat it.

The texture is strange. The taste is odd.

And then there are chopsticks – for w...

Darkling Drabble 10

A darkling drabble offers a shiver of horror in a hundred words…

He was a big plain-faced man with a small, brown wife. Nobody would’ve taken a moment’s notice if they hadn’t found oil on his land. 

Suddenly he was accounted handsome and his wife insufficient to his new status. They weathered the storm, until the young wife sickened and grew frail. The farmer unearthed the moppet with her hair and menstrual blood and burned it, but the need for vengeance was aroused. 

It cost a great de...

Granny’s Thoughts on Bonfire Night

What is the effing point of effing fireworks?

At any time. 

But on Bonfire Night? You stand in someone’s muddy effing garden and a drunk man in shorts  sets fire to some stuff. In November. In the cold. Drinking iced strong lager. And then somebody offers you a jacket potato that’s raw in the middle, ditto a sausage…

The sheer waste of money and effort beggars belief – not to mention  frightened pets all across the country.

So. If you must set fire to your money please at least confi...

Lost Gown

The streets are a-dancing in autumn’s lost gown
A scatter of leaves that sprinkled the town
Blown with the crisp packets to catch on a hedge
Swept with the dogends under each ledge.
Played with by the children, in drifts in the park
Lifted by blustery winds for a lark
Packed by the tramp of feet, wet from the rain
Swirled down the gutters and blocking the drain.
Golden and orange and yellow and brown
Streets filled with the beauty of autumn’s lost gown.

Eleanor Swift-Hook

Aeva’s Challenge – IV

A tale of angels, demons and dragons…

“Put your hand on the wings,” Gabriel spoke firmly and Aeva did as she was told.
There was briefly burning pain, but the snake stilled and it seemed that she wore a chain of priceless black links with a pair of diamond wings resting in the notch of her collarbone. However, the palm of Aeva’s hand now bore a blackly outlined tattoo of feathered wings. She stared at her marked palm.
“What and why?” she said flatly.
“The dark lord thus marks his own,” t...