One Poem by Alun Robert

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Without A Paddle

Next time I’ll make the booking
Should we make it home alive.

I know I agreed we’d vacation in Transylvania
High in the mountains
Just you and me
But you did Cook our goose
Sort of
When you said March
I thought you meant walk
Over pastures, through woodland.

Not March as in winter
It’s freezing up here
And when you said Fun
I wore my woodsman’s cloak and hat
Acquired on the net from a party plan store
That also sold me slippers
Genuine polyester
Genuine water permeable.

Yet you’re toasty in layers
And your long frock (double insulated)
You even got me carrying
Your surplus apparel and coat
So where is the telecabin
We’ve been waiting for ages
Don’t have downhill skis
Nor the inclination to walk.

Look, we could have done Benidorm
Would have been warmer
Not so much snow
No need for special clobber
Or how about Bognor
Or even the Downs of Ditchling
Could have spent hours in the Museum
Deep in Arts and Crafts collections.

So March wasn’t a good idea
Up here in Transylvania
Can’t get a signal
My i-phone won’t work
So we’re up the Craik without a paddle
A bear could Goble us up
I know the vacation was at a discount
Not a Fairy tale booking.

Should we make it home alive
Next time I’ll make the booking.


Alun Robert is a prolific creator of lyrical verse. This year, he has achieved success in poetry competitions and featured in international literary magazines, anthologies and on the web. He particularly enjoys ekphrastic challenges.

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