Curlews by David Osgerby CURLEWS There are no curlews in this town. Their mournful song haunts Northern skies. I miss them when I’m feeling down. I should move on, if I were wise. Copyright Dave Osgerby 2012 Inspired? Become one of our Wednesday Writers Continue reading »
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Wednesday Writings – THE SMELL
Hi, all. London calling! here’s another one about my real home. It’s called THE SMELL, and it’s about an incident that happened to me at Willingham’s Farm in Thorngumbald, half a lifetime ago. THE SMELL by David Osgerby Just the smell of hay brings it all back. Grossly swollen heifer; overdue. Wild eyes. Sweat on … Continue reading »
Wednesday Writings – Guardian Angel
Guardian Angel by David Osgerby I would be your guardian angel; I would keep watch over you, if I thought that they existed, but I don’t believe they do. But then when you are sleeping, and I’m wide awake at night, I sometimes kind of feel I am: Somehow I know that you’re alright. Copyright … Continue reading »
Wednesday Writings – Hessle Road
HESSLE ROAD by David Osgerby He had two tattoos. An anchor. And I love Mum. He was from Hessle Road. And of that he was proud. She was not well-educated, but she wasn’t dumb. She wore rollers in her hair, and My God she was loud. Hessle Road. And proud of it. as were most. … Continue reading »
Wednesday Writings – Happy I Was
Happy I Was – by David Osgerby Happy I was when I did not know what I desired. Happier still, when I found out what my desire was. Happiest of all men will I surely be, When the one that I desire, desires me. Copyright 2012 David A Osgerby Another short but very sweet bit … Continue reading »
Wednesday Writings – The Man in the Iron Lung
The Man in the Iron Lung by David Osgerby The man in the iron lung lived on Holderness Road. I never knew his name. The iron lung was his abode. He viewed the world via a mirror above his head. Incapable of movement, he lay chained to his bed. I often thought about his dreams. … Continue reading »
Wednesday Writings – Combine Harvester
COMBINE HARVESTER by David Osgerby The field mouse is an endangered species. it lives in fields, and is especially fond of fields of wheat, barley and rye. Each harvest heralds field mouse Armageddon, as a vast machine of obscenely disproportionate size scythes through these minute creatures, reducing them to mere bloodstains on corn. Where else … Continue reading »
Wednesday Writings – STUBBLE
STUBBLE by David Osgerby The harvest home, only stubble now remains. The wheat is in, and farmers give thanks for clement weather. The last harvester has inched its way down narrow country lanes, as the landscape holds its breath, and waits for tractors towing serried ranks of patient seagulls. Soon, soon, this will come. But … Continue reading »
