The Woodwo and the Naiad (Part Three)

It came on again, and this time its razor tusks scored Oswulf’s arm as he rolled aside. Knife in hand, he stood, bleeding and uncertain what to do next. With a spear he might have had a chance against it, but a knife? 

The Woodwo and the Naiad (Part Two)

A camp was set up, a fireplace, a bed, a pile of clothes and belongings. His heart beat faster – it was a woman. 

He moved closer, compelled by instinct, avoiding the slightest sound, moving inch by inch, like a spider creeping.

The Woodwo and the Naiad

He planted his foot softly on the grass. Silence was his friend now, had to be, for discovery would mean the end. The ground was soft underfoot; the green blades gently stroked his calloused soles. Shoes only hindered the hunt.

Tea

The English man’s opium. A
fuel for work, it helps to relax,
inspires and creates new thoughts, for
men of the pen, academics,
so high and mighty, writers, so
romantic and pompous, like poets.

I Watched the Days Go By Today

I watched the days go by today,

Sitting on a bench in a park.
Not one, nor two, but six whole days,
The morning and noon, chased by night.