An article by Barry Upton

Barry’s response to the trigger           Definite    Define    Definition

An article

DEFINITE article – A? Can you be more definite?

Shall I compare THE to a generic A?


A gives us lassitude, approximation.

General, unspecific, estimation.

While thee, O THE, are far more self-assured,

Definite, definitive, precise, exact and pure.


So would I rather talk of A?

A day, AN hour, A time, A place,

Or should I worship THE

With all your accuracy, specificity?


Give me poetry of A and AN

Leave me to imagine what I can.

I wouldn’t use you, THE, in verse;

I’ll save you for my facts and worse!


Barry Upton




The sun shone bright on a closing summer’s night

Without intending I gave my wife a bit of a fright

Just listen I said in an unintentionally excited way

 My wife looked bewildered at my insistence.


I got from my chair and opened several windows

A soft evening breeze and the scent of new mown grass wafted around our conservatory

But at the same time came the gentle lilt of the ringing of our village Church bells

It was like going back to the vintage world of Miss Jane Marples, fortunately without the murders.


The sound that came through made a wonderful picture in our minds,

The birds added their tunes as they went to bed and the sun shone on the fruit on the trees.

We sat in our chairs with a small glass of wine and sampled the  array of flowers on trees and plants.

My wife brought in our appetizing summer feast, which soon we were enjoying.

Slowly the night clouds grew across the sky and the light began to fade.

As it grew dark small items flew with speed in front of our windows, local bats out for a feed.

The bells by now had ceased their ring.  I reached across and turned on the music, gently the tones of Elgar floated out.

How much we enjoy this idyllic life in rural country England.

                                                                                                                                                M A Healy

Homophones by Michael Healy

Michael’s response to the ‘Confuse’ trigger.


 I said to my Grandchildren,
‘The sun is shining, I will take you to the Park’
When we got there we parked the car at the Park.
As we got out a large stork glided overhead
Shall we go exploring and search for some bare Bears in the wood? Said Tom.
No, we will have a picnic first, here are some bags of crisps
Now for our crisp walk to stalk that stork, he is heading for the lake.
Just over the fence pranced a happy young horse.
I shouted him over until I was horse, but he carried on his way.
In the old farm buildings they were making cheese,
We watched them weigh the curds and whey before going on our way.
Down the path we saw the woodman with a saw to cut off some branches.
He said ‘Hello’ as we walked by, with a pile of wood for sale to buy.
Ahh!, there is our stork inside his nest.  I wonder if it came from the woodman.
Just then the workman finished his toil and the nearby church bells began to toll.
What a lovely sound those bells are making as their notes ring out.
Just then my phone rang; note from Mum,
‘time to go home or we will miss our chips’.
We collected our car from the park, and left the Park.
                                                                                                    Michael Healy