A Spoonful of surprise
A beautiful sunshine dawned, to begin the day,
The dawn chorus was in full swing,
Every bird with a throat joined in and began to sing.
I started the tractor and began to turn the sod.
The magic of the morning began to work.
There was an ominous clang from behind the machine as I began to plough.
I immediately applied the brakes and jumped down to investigate.
The plough had turned up a long metal object covered in mud and slightly disintegrating.
I rescued this from its dirt-covered grave, and after work, I transported my find to my home.
I began to clean my find, a long-handled metallic object that resembled an over-sized spoon, as large as a spade and very unusual.
The handle was covered in strange writing with a line of coloured stones set in the metal.
As I began to clean and shine the end of this spoon, a feeling of dread stole into my consciousness.
I called my wife into the kitchen, she smiled broadly then exclaimed.
That is beautiful! An amazing spoon, whatever could it have been used for?
We nailed our find to the farmhouse wall as a lucky charm, my wife was delighted.
From that day to this our lives have changed,
Our smooth existence sadly re-arranged.
The harvest has failed for the last years,
Several deaths in the family have brought tears,
We have lost our faith since the afternoon
We nailed up that accursed spoon.
An old traveller knocked at our door
To enquire for lodgings and sustenance.
We took him in and he noticed our spoon
He jumped back in horror and consternation.
Where did you get that? I know it well,
It is a thing of legend with a black magic spell.
Return it at once to where you found it,
Good fortune will return,
You will never regret it.
Copyright words by John Yeo © All rights reserved
The dawn chorus was in full swing,
Every bird with a throat joined in and began to sing.
I started the tractor and began to turn the sod.
The magic of the morning began to work.
There was an ominous clang from behind the machine as I began to plough.
I immediately applied the brakes and jumped down to investigate.
The plough had turned up a long metal object covered in mud and slightly disintegrating.
I rescued this from its dirt-covered grave, and after work, I transported my find to my home.
I began to clean my find, a long-handled metallic object that resembled an over-sized spoon, as large as a spade and very unusual.
The handle was covered in strange writing with a line of coloured stones set in the metal.
As I began to clean and shine the end of this spoon, a feeling of dread stole into my consciousness.
I called my wife into the kitchen, she smiled broadly then exclaimed.
That is beautiful! An amazing spoon, whatever could it have been used for?
We nailed our find to the farmhouse wall as a lucky charm, my wife was delighted.
From that day to this our lives have changed,
Our smooth existence sadly re-arranged.
The harvest has failed for the last years,
Several deaths in the family have brought tears,
We have lost our faith since the afternoon
We nailed up that accursed spoon.
An old traveller knocked at our door
To enquire for lodgings and sustenance.
We took him in and he noticed our spoon
He jumped back in horror and consternation.
Where did you get that? I know it well,
It is a thing of legend with a black magic spell.
Return it at once to where you found it,
Good fortune will return,
You will never regret it.
Copyright words by John Yeo © All rights reserved
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