Tag Archives: carousel

on the road

Posted on November 14, 2015 by AnElephantCant

Ear Phones Recommended: the morning sky still bears the smudge of last night’s dark rain clouds I am on the road before she wakes to escape the lies and doubts this is my favourite time of day I feel the … Continue reading →

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moonbeams

Posted on August 29, 2015 by AnElephantCant

I think of the pictures that dance in my head I guess I am speaking of dreams They visit in the hours I’m asleep in my bed And I know they are flakes of moonbeams  Sometimes I awaken and ask … Continue reading →

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Carousel – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

Posted on October 13, 2013 by AnElephantCant

AnElephantCant write about London It is too long since he walks the banks of the Thames So for this invitation He changes location To his home where the French play their games This is a weekly invitation to write a … Continue reading →

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Happy Heffelumps To You

Posted on August 13, 2013 by AnElephantCant

AnElephantCant easily define happiness It is all different things to all different folks He is not too bright That is why he must write These atrocious rhymes because he can’t do clever jokes A wee tot is happy to hear … Continue reading →

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The Magic Roundabout

Posted on July 23, 2013 by AnElephantCant

AnElephantCant contain his excitement When he explains you know how he must feel Like Santa and Puff And Billy Goat Gruff Some things are magic but perfectly real He wonders if you can tell what he means here Vivid colours … Continue reading →

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Carousels and Rainbows

Posted on April 12, 2013 by AnElephantCant

AnElephantCant always remember The pictures that dance in his head He is speaking of dreams Those flakes of moonbeams That visit him at night in his bed Sometimes he awakes and can feel them Hiding shy in the corners of … Continue reading →

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