To get caught doing something without Veronica’s permission…
How daring of me.
Too long I’ve spent under your thumb,
whilst you hurled abuse and called me dumb.
Time and again I tried to please,
you were always too busy with your latest squeeze.
Now I’m packing my stuff and leaving home.
When you get up I will be gone.
All I craved was love and protection
a warm embrace and a bit of affection;
warm clothes and a bedtime story,
for you to be proud of my winning glory.
Just a glimmer of affection would suffice,
but the truth is you are just not very nice.
School days were hard,
tormented in the yard.
Unkempt and unclean
I felt seldom seen.
The bullies were not just at school,
you made me feel worthless, such a fool,
but you can’t hurt me any more,
a few home truths and I’m out of the door.
Have a nice life Veronica,
I will never call you mother,
that title I saved for another.
You’re sister Anne, she was kind to me,
she showed me love, cradled me on her knee.
She made things right and wiped my tears,
the one I sought counsel from over the years.
She wanted to adopt me but you stopped her dead.
Tried to make out she was wrong in the head.
So hear this Veronica
Now I’m sixteen there’s nothing you can do
I’m moving in with her… so stuff you!
My birthday present is… we’re moving away
and I won’t need to put up with you another day.
©️Susan Mycock 2026
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
You come to me on misty mornings,
On days I have a troubled mind.
And though you are invisible to others.
To me you are not hard to find.
On windswept edges of the wild wood.
In reverent majesty,
there you stood.
The elusive white stag, magnificent.
You seem to read into my angst,
eyes wide in understanding, head bent.
I step forward you do not flee.
Instead you somehow comfort me.
Something that I can’t explain
transcends from you into my brain,
and peace and calm is all I feel.
I touch your nose that’s oh so real.
Your breath is warm against my hand.
A shared tranquility where we both stand.
I bow in honour of your grace
and catch a parting look at your face.
I feel so cleansed and understood,
you turn tail back to the wild wood.
I feel refreshed and whole again.
Blessed by your sweet refrain.
This mystical realm… so sublime.
I travel home through mists of time.
©️Susan Mycock 2026
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC
There was a man that I once knew,
who tended flowers that I grew.
I’d watch him as he’d plant and ***
He did not know I loved him so.
Sometimes we sat and talked for hours,
on a bench amongst the flowers.
He told me stories of a time gone by;
of war torn places he thought he’d die.
I often wished that I’d been older,
nearer his age… I could’ve been bolder.
Thirty years of difference is a lot…
would he have taken me seriously? I think not.
The day someone told me he had died,
I remember I sat in the dark and cried.
Unrequited tears of love I wept;
the wasted time of a secret kept.
Time moved on, as it must do.
I married, had children, not one but two.
They grew up hearing stories about this lovely man.
They would ask me lots of questions as only children can.
And now I’m widowed, grey and old;
I live in sunnier climes to keep away the cold.
I had a mural painted that took many hours,
of the man I once loved watering my flowers.
©️Susan Mycock 2026
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
The door closes… I made it back.
Light glimmers through a crack.
Rasping breath,
Certain death.
On my heels the pursuer
frantic search to obscure.
Squeezed behind a secret door
I cannot run anymore.
Pulsing temple, throbbing head.
Fear engulfs, anxious dread.
Howls in the moonlight
exhausted, no more fight.
Red eyes beaming.
Blood curdling screaming.
I wait…
Wood splits, glass smashes,
heavy footfall, furniture crashes.
The beast is inches away
I sign a cross and pray.
The stench of death hangs,
a last vision of snapping fangs.
Crimson, ragged flesh… mauling,
crazed, excited werewolf calling.
Blooded corpse, bones exposed
Left alone to die and decompose.
My corpse… I rise above,
Towards love.
Below a ghastly sight,
floating towards the light.
Revenge overtakes me
the light I no longer see.
The wolf has fled.
I glide towards my bed,
but I shall never rest
forever doomed to vengeful quest.
©️Susan Mycock 2026
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 11:32 AM UTC
In the grand scheme of things it’s just a little blue dot.
But to humanity, planet Earth is all that we’ve got.
So why would you plunder and poison and purge,
or litter the countryside, just rethink the urge.
What it boils down to is the choices we make.
Think of the next generation for goodness sake!
What sort of a world will we leave them behind?
That is if we don’t manage to wipe out mankind!
In the grand scheme of things it’s just a little blue dot.
But to humanity, planet earth is all that we’ve got!!
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
Darkness closed in all around
As life ebbed away
Silence was the only sound
Darkness closed in all around
Lifeless body on crisp, cold ground
A voice pleads don’t go, stay
Darkness closed in all around
As life ebbed away.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
I see you.
Though the facade you present to the world, is not what I see.
With your colourful socks and designer shirt,
Impressive job and fancy car.
You cut a swathe that says success,
that says look at me,
that says look what I’ve achieved.
And though you talk about exotic holidays
and dining in fine restaurants,
about your weekend exploits
and your Hacienda days.
I see you
I see what is really behind your eyes.
The shadows lurking,
of the man you hide.
Of the boy no one saw,
desperate for attention,
desperate for love,
You took solace in books and education
and remoulded yourself.
Did a good job too,
to the world you are what most people strive for.
But I see you.
The grey man inside, invisible to the world
but always there.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
We were born in the sixties, you and I.
Amidst Beatlemania and Twiggy,
free love and rock and roll.
And although I’m sure we had very different lives,
town mouse and country mouse springs to mind.
We came together for a common goal.
A chance encounter on a dating site.
Your humour got me first, your brain reeled me in, and so it began.
The rest is history, as they say.
And although in parts I know you so well,
like a threadbare cardigan or a favourite T-shirt,
much of you is still a mystery to this day.
I often contemplate in times of solitude,
is there a parallel life, somewhere in time and space,
where I wake each day with you by my side?
As lovers, or something more permanent, more rigid perhaps?
Where our paths crossed sooner, possibly through work,
or maybe somewhere, in the eighties, we would accidentally collide.
Imagine the night of passion that would have eventually ensued.
My still young and unflawed body entwined with yours in rapturous abandon.
How many times would we have lain together like this?
Would we have then gone our separate ways?
Forgotten each other, until fate intervened
and drew us together again by its invisible cord,
for our inevitable reunion and kiss.
But our reality is a strange kind of friendship.
In the background, steadfast, quietly sleeping,
but we both know it’s there in times of need.
In my darkest hours, you have, unwittingly,
saved me, with a few comical words written in a message.
Where, if only for the briefest of moments, a smile is guaranteed.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:37 AM UTC
I am the crow,
my plumage black as night,
with iridescent glow.
To some, the harbinger of death,
but not you, I know,
you see a soul, a life of meaning.
Peanuts scattered on the snow,
a thoughtful token when worms dig deep
and food is hard to find.
Your generous act so kind.
Yesterday, I found an ivory, twisted stick,
beautifully intricate, divinely thick.
Today, I placed it by your door,
you picked it up with awe.
You did not know that it was me;
I watched you find it from my tree.
A thankful gesture on my part,
bestowed to you for the kindest heart.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC
Love is blind, or so they say.
Not to me that fateful day.
I looked into his eyes and time stood still.
Mesmerised for a moment until…
I blinked and broke the spell.
He smiled at me and I could tell.
Our souls had met in time gone by.
Reunion inevitable before we die.
So maybe love is blind, but left to fate,
the universe chose my earthly mate.
©️Susan Mycock 2026
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 6:08 AM UTC