My Diary: John’s Laugh

I was trapped in a cage suspended from a many eyed ceiling all of the day‭ ‬-‭ ‬only the myopic pattern of fields spread out below me ever changed.‭ ‬As evening crept out of the handkerchief box I was extremely pleased that my collection of lipstick coloured pebbles had pulled me back down to earth‭ ‬-‭ ‬Once landed I looked round in surprise at the carnival masks the toy animals were all wearing.

John's Laugh

John’s Laugh

My Diary: Ripples Of Insanity

A breakfast cereal box day which I shuffled about in while pretending to be the free gift‭ ‬-‭ ‬I was always a disappointment.‭ ‬The clockwork mechanism in my briefcase‭ ‬-‭ ‬which operated the angelic wings with RAF roundels and‭ ‬20mm cannons‭ ‬-‭ ‬had failed and I was forced to stoke the fire for the only working steam brain.‭ ‬The great face which pushed itself through the badly marked floor was silent.

Ripples Of Insanity

Ripples Of Insanity

My Diary: A Flying Horse Who Isn’t Pegasus

My only full day on the beach resort orbiting Saturn the entire month.‭ ‬I tried to make the most of my limited time as I yoga wrestled with aerial multi-armed organisms‭ ‬-‭ ‬the hats they were wearing glowing like the aurora borealis.‭ ‬I was then the captain of the sinking ship that slowly disappeared in a sea of spent flower petals and faded magazine adverts.

A Flying Horse Who Isn't Pegasus

A Flying Horse Who Isn’t Pegasus

My Diary: The Angel Rises

Out in the morning,‭ ‬through the portals guarded by now old ladies with computer controlled shopping trolleys.‭ ‬After one cup of tea I returned to the spider’s lair,‭ ‬having glanced back at the silver hill with it’s secret pathways in the middle of the hedge rows.‭ ‬I got home in time to dance on a pencil tip.‭ ‬When I glanced down at the map I had drawn it revealed the house where I used to live.‭

The Angel Rises

The Angel Rises

My Diary: Diversions

I had to go to Badger Town a little later today so I had time to tuck in my imagination which was hanging out after a morning of exercise.‭ ‬The afternoon sped like a crossbow bolt but the evening progressed as inexorably as a lawn mower‭ ‬-‭ ‬fifteen suns took turns to set while I saluted the shadow figure which has silently stood on the horizon since my childhood.

Diversions

Diversions

My Diary: Deviations

Another hay fork long morning handing out once proud possessions to anyone with enough sense to bring a bucket instead of a head.‭ ‬I put a cloth cap on my bucket and went out to find the horses which know everything.‭ ‬I found one with wings.

Deviations

Deviations

My Diary: Empathy

I had to get up early as the dinosaur train was already hurtling down the varicose veins cut into the curtains‭ (‬when I pulled my eyes across‭)‬.‭ ‬I shot out of a cannon and landed in a hair net once worn by Admiral Nelson.‭ ‬I had to stay in the fairground a relatively long time before I could go and whisper lugubrious truths to the nails driven into the Mouth Man’s walls.

Empathy

Empathy