Patrick Prinsloo

Biography

New to writing but being inspired by Macclesfield Creative Writing Group. Also a keen photographer using black & white film. Father of two, husband of one. Time for Love is the piece I submitted for the mid-June Noisy Words exhibition at Macclesfield Library.

Samples

This is an obit for a friend's cat. EASTER 2012 At the bottom of the garden Where the fields meet the pathway The other side of the wire fence They lined up to give tribute To the lovely Sipsy Who took life (too often) But also gave (always). Rabbits, mice Moles and voles Young foxes Birds drab and bright Fat frogs, spotted toads. (And a few fish with Neptune’s special permission). All saying a farewell prayer For cruelest of them all, For the kindest of them all. John and Eve were there too. TIME FOR LOVE Yesterday I downloaded some new software To show my sweetheart I really care. It’s the IPad app Pages (I’ve been wanting it for ages). And it’ll let me write Deep into the night Without switching on the bedside light. No more demands, no more commands To “Please not tonight. Think of my plight. I need my sleep. I've counted my sheep. You're off your head. You can't share my bed With the blight of that light In my eyes. Get wise. Bring back the darkness. Don’t be so heartless. “Go get the app Pages. It’ll put an end to my rages. It’ll let you scribble your usual drivel Without the lamp, without the glare Bringing internecine, sleepytime, Domestic, warfare. Go do it! Don't delay it! That’s not the way to play it! If you want to share your bed with me". So I did it. I bought it. I’ve bitten the bullet. And now I have all I need. To allow me to write without any light Deep, deep into the night. Postscript But why would I write write write deep into the night When I can languish in her arms enjoying her charms? The time to write is not at night. Not When I’m in my sweetheart’s arms.

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