Author: Richard R. Linden

  • Squeak in the night

    I lie awake in the night,

    Listening, through the lack of light.

    For a mouse in my attic,

    Whose movements are erratic,

    so small, has me all affright.

  • Rubik’s Cube

    A cube with six colours so bright,

    Kept me puzzled from morning to night.

    I’d twist and I’d turn,

    With frustration I’d burn:

    ’til at last! Every face came out right.

  • Depths of November

    In November the chill starts to bite,

    And the days trade their blue for twilight.

    The leaves have turned gold,

    And the air is crisp and cold,

    And the day quickly turns to night.

  • This be the Verse

    Verily, I like an acrostic!

    Even when writing a limerick

    Rritten just so…

    Seems my spelling’s a no-go

    Especially when I write them quick.

  • Claudia

    The forecasters told us of Claudia,

    A storm that could induce nausea,

    The rain came down fast,

    The wind had a blast-

    And left us all wetter and gaudier.

  • Bike Commute

    I was pedalling home through the rain,

    My legs and my patience in pain.

    A car gave a splash,

    My hopes turned to ash:

    Next time I’ll just take the train!

  • Rain

    The rain on my window went “plink,”

    So I stayed on the sofa to think.

    But I started to doze

    Then, deep in repose…

    I floated away in a wink.

  • GMT

    I wish the clocks didn’t go back,

    This darkness has thrown me off track.

    By four it feels night,

    No sunlight in sight,

    My motivation’s under attack!

  • 11th Hour

    A poppy now blooms where they fell,

    Its scarlet a soft, wordless knell.

    We remember and pray,

    Each Armistice Day,

    That peace may continue to dwell.

  • Soggy Socks

    I stepped in a puddle, then froze,

    As water seeped in through my toes.

    My socks held a pool,

    I felt such a fool,

    Because now I squelch where I goes.