Darren Watson Poet Light Verse

The Fortune Teller

My mother had a treasured ornament
A big brown shire horse
To the mind of a ten year old 
This was a toy of course .
It was a steed for my action figures
A target for my toy gun
It carried cavalry and Indians
Giving me hours of fun.

One day whilst playing with my plastic bow and arrow
I knocked the shire horse from the table 
Two pieces broken from its mane
But superglue held them stable.
I never told a living soul 
I was never asked, So I never lied
and my mother polished that horse every day 
Right up until the day she died.

Last night at my mates house 
He and his wife were entertaining a fortune telling friend
What she had to say to me 
Made the hairs on my neck stand on end
I think all that stuff is utter rubbish
and I got up to leave 
When the lady asked me why
I said, I'm afraid I don't believe .

I said goodbye to all my friends
Then I turned to go 
The medium/fortune teller 
Told me there was something I should know
She understood I was a sceptic 
So I must leave of course 
but I should know my mum had forgiven me 
For breaking her shire horse.

No one but me knew about that horse 
I have kept it secret for so long 
This morning my scepticism about fortune tellers
Is still there but not quite so strong 
As I've said I broke that shire horse
So many years ago
I never told a living soul 
So how did that fortune teller know ?

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Andrea Dietrich March 7, 2014 at 9:00 AM Sometimes I think there are no tricks. Don't you wish that to be so? (came back here to thank you for your fun comments on my poems and saw the comment you had left me here. Rarely do I see those kinds of comments that are underneath the ones I have left!) Darren Watson March 8, 2014 at 8:22 AM I do try to reply to all comments but I'm not trying to look after a family or having to cook for a whole bunch of people , My week is pretty much planned out from Monday to Sunday , So I can manage to get the time to reply sometimes , My friends email me a lot and god help my poor ears if I forget to mail the back ,

Skat A March 6, 2014 at 11:32 AM Darren, oh, how easy it is for a kid to make a toy out of everything. ha-ha. Your poem, took a turn into the deep. I wonder if the teller really knew? Thank you for sharing... SKAT Darren Watson March 6, 2014 at 11:33 AM Sorry SKAT I can do better and it is a work in progress but thank you

Skat A March 6, 2014 at 11:28 AM Hi Darren, I read your leprechaun poem. It up and disappeared :(... it was enjoyed by me Hugs* SKAT Darren Watson March 8, 2014 at 8:24 AM Finished the updated leprechaun poem today SKAT,

Donna Jones March 5, 2014 at 7:08 PM Totatally awesome experience...I've had a Couple myself!! Darren Watson March 6, 2014 at 1:24 AM Awesome is a word I would use today but the day before yesterday , It felt creepy , lol

Andrea Dietrich March 5, 2014 at 5:00 PM wow, this is a GREAT story. Maybe some of these fortune tellers are true mediums@! there is a woman on tv who goes to haunted places and talks to the sprits that have been bothering the people there. I forgot her name. but it makes me wonder if she is for real!! Darren Watson March 6, 2014 at 1:12 AM I try to convince myself there must be some kind of trick behind it but I have no explanation really . Thank you Andrea .

Andrea Dietrich March 5, 2014 at 4:58 PM oh and also we had a tv show here called Queer as Folk. I am not sure if the gays enjoy that word but they sure liked the show having that name!! It was a good series I used to watch. Darren Watson March 6, 2014 at 1:07 AM LOL . Behave yourself , The word was fine with me , My football coach still says , Stop rolling on the floor like a Nancy boy . To all of us players whenever we've been hurt in a tackle . Its a phrase that is seriously frowned upon these days but the man means no harm and he is gay ,

Charlotte Puddifoot March 5, 2014 at 4:57 PM I think this is my first visit to your work...I have had a few strange experiences like this happen to me, good story telling in this poem...thanks for your sweet comment on my poem :) charlotte Darren Watson March 6, 2014 at 1:00 AM Thank you Charlotte , I hope you were not as confused as I am , I do hope you enjoyed your visit as much as I enjoyed visiting you and I promise to call again .

Andrea Dietrich March 5, 2014 at 4:56 PM Darren, I used the word queer in my penguin poem so it would have double meaning. The penguin is odd AND he is gay,and also I think it sounds weird to say gay penguin. hahaha. Now let me read your poem. Darren Watson March 6, 2014 at 12:48 AM I see you as my mentor , So I'm hardly being critical Andrea . Merely making an observation . lol Thank you very much .

Nette Onclaud March 5, 2014 at 3:32 PM a very instinctive work that expresses how truth untold reveals itself in time... magical, daz!. huggs Darren Watson March 6, 2014 at 12:43 AM Thank you nette You found the key .

Tim Smith March 5, 2014 at 11:01 AM That is very eerie Darren Darren Watson March 6, 2014 at 12:35 AM Positively spooky Tim but then the unknown usually is .