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Val J. Chapman, It Flickered and Shone

 

James Nash was with us for our August Workshop, the writers were asked to write a piece then go back to it in the workshop and edit it. I have included both drafts from our talented secretary, Val so you may see how work can develop.

Ray Stearn, Chair, TCWG

 

‘It Flickered and Shone’

 

(First Draft)

It lit up my life, as I read by its light

Under the covers, in the darkness I lay

Until the noise was gone

Only then did I switch it on.

 

It lit up the pages, the print of the ages

The torch in my young hand

My guilty pleasure.

 

And then I heard a footstep land

And my Mum say “Val, are you asleep?”

“Yes, Mum”, I said, and shook my head.

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(Second Draft)

I lay there in the darkness until the noise was gone.

Only then did I switch it on.

It lit up my life, as I read by its light.

It flickered and shone, and then it was gone.

 

It lit up the pages, the print of the ages.

The torch in my hand, until I heard a footstep land.

It flickered and shone, and then it was gone.

 

Under the covers, in darkness I lay

Until I heard my Mum say

“Val, are you asleep?”

“Yes, Mum”, I said, and shook my head.

It flickered and shone, and then it was gone.

 

© August 2021                                                                                                  Val J Chapman

April Fool’s Day : Spaghetti Tree by Val J. Chapman

 

April Fool’s Day : Spaghetti Tree

 

“Can I have some money, Mum?”

My young son said to me.

“What for?” I asked,

“And how much do you want?”

He replied, “Only 50p”

 

“It’s a surprise”, he said,

“So I can’t tell you,

But I know you’ll like it

‘Cause I saw it on TV”.

 

“Go on then, if that’s all you want”,

I said, offering the required amount.

And off he skipped to the local shop

In search of a spaghetti tree.

(I knew that, ‘cause I’d seen it too)

 

And I knew what would happen next.

My son just loved spaghetti,

And until now hadn’t known it was

Manufactured, not grown, or sown.

 

I waited patiently for his return,

Preparing myself for tears.

I pictured his face when he found out the truth,

Though it didn’t transpire as I’d feared.

 

He ran in the door with a box in his hand

Which rattled as he ran.

Turned out the shopkeeper knew of the scam

And had stuck labels on all his packets.

“Plant it in a pot and water it weekly”, he’d said,

And you’ll soon see you have a spaghetti tree”.

 

 

© Val J. Chapman 1st April 2021

When Father Papered the Parlour, Val J Chapman

 

When Father Papered the Parlour

 

I never was too good at DIY,

Though I was pretty good at saying it,

DIY, but why?

 

So when it came to papering my lounge,

I had a bet; that I could make a go of it,

And believed I could, and yet,

I found the task quite daunting;

The walls weren’t straight, for one,

So it really was a challenge just to get the paper on.

 

And not just that, the pattern match was difficult as well;

The bluebells ended up in the trees

And the branches all had grass instead of leaves.

 

Oh well! Next time I’ll just paper the windows;

I’ll have a lovely outlook then.

 

 

© Val J Chapman 4th March 2021