( this was just published on ‘The Drabble’: thought you’d like a read too 🙂 ]
I’ve been clearing up the house
sweeping up the crumbs.
It’s a monthly ritual.
Am I mad? or just dumb?.
I clear away the cobwebs
sweep up the dust
collect and bin the rubbish.
They won’t wash themselves,
mum used to say.
The sink’s full of them
so I put them away.
Make the place spotless
so it shines & it hums.
& I better get a move on
before the cleaner comes.
Reece didn’t mind that I pointed out the spelling error in his notice,
claiming he was in a hurry when he did it, at the start of Covid,
and that auto correct doesn’t pick up errors in CAPITALS;
and I was only the third person to notice anyway in all that time ;
he still gave me the pen and paper — & while the others
were playing at playing golf, I was playing at being a writer,
chasing after errant words while others chased after errant balls;
when I showed Reece what I had written , he said, Hey! That’s not
how you spell my name: it’s ‘RHYS’, he smiled. He got me there
Stephen King wrote a lot.
If God were as busy as Stephen King
He would not have rested on that seventh day.
Stephen King wrote as many books almost
as God put up stars
but not all of them were good.
None of them were duds
but only a few shine — you know them:
‘The Shining’, for instance, ‘Misery’,
the first third of ‘It’, the novella ‘Stand by Me’.
Maybe that’s all we can hope for —-
in a long and busy life only a few of our works
*have I left any good ones out?
*what’s your favourite King book?
*which have you read over and over?