Random Rhymes

Do I need vibrations

Living in this street

Could be I need a light refrain

A mantra to repeat

I’m writing me a music note

To relax me and relieve

I’ve been feeling oh so crochety

I need to double up and breve

  

Thinking on this writing lark

How inspiration is the spark

No matter how much light I see

I feel tortured in the dark

In this room

I consider my presence

In this room

a cocoon of my me

A space for my trace

to inhabit a place

In these moments

of my certainty

On the cusp of massiveness

So many ideas in my head

Tonight I’ll write ‘til half past nine

Then ‘sod-it’ off to bed

Sitting edgy on a sombre tomb

Waiting in a catacomb

Wondering if there’s any room
For parlour games amid the gloom