Gavin Mayhew
Bio
I am a retired artist who likes to dabble in a bit of writing, sometimes darkly humourous or sometimes with a social message - always quirky.
Stories (12/0)
A Partridge in a Pear Tree
A Partridge in a Pear Tree What? Most songs have a modicum of truth attached to the lyrics, utilising the life’s experience of the writer who carefully chooses parts of his or her life to whom the hearing public can relate to. Words like love; marriage; friend; hate; mother; father etc, etc. Those words are then carefully moulded around a tune that is easily repeatable and which will hopefully get everyone singing along with them. The example I shall give is, what is known as a poetic form called “cumulative verse,” which is supposed to help you remember useless, mindless twoddle.
By Gavin Mayhew3 years ago in Beat
A Nice Pear
A Nice Pear (forbidden fruit) Original Sin It all began at the end of the beginning. Eve was sitting quite content, underneath what she thought was an apple tree. A breath of wind shook the tree in the gentlest of way, but enough to dislodge a dangling fruit. It landed on Eve’s lap. Eve looked down in puzzlement. The fruit was a little bit yellow and quite a bit red and looked very enticing. Curiosity got the better of her. First, she lifted it to her nose, and sniffed it. Indeed, it did smell fruity even though Eve had no idea what a fruit was. She was mesmerised. It seemed to be the only object catching her interest.
By Gavin Mayhew3 years ago in Humans
All I Want For Christmas is my Two Front Teeth
It was raining cats and dogs, as the saying goes. My Pal Keith and I were the only two pupils in the school who decided to go outside into that wet, cold, winter's yard and play one of the most violent games ever devised for a school playground. Even the teacher, who was supposed to be on duty, was cosily inside the staff room supping a hot mug of tea and dunking his ginger biscuit into the hot liquid, instead of braving the elements and protecting the boys from danger.
By Gavin Mayhew3 years ago in Confessions
Suffering artist
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. Bollocks! I have talent as you can see from my renditioning of the 'Three Wise Monkeys' visual parable, and I am often told, "Wow, that's great - but I couldn't live with it". I try to inform them not to compare my drawings/paintings to chocolate box covers, or relate them to commercial crap. I tell folks to open their eyes to the possibility of having one as a talking point, or as a one-off art investment, especially as I am fast approaching the age of mortality. Listen to this artist. Everyone knows that once one has shuffled off his mortal coils, one's artwork increases in value. Just ask Van Gogh.
By Gavin Mayhew3 years ago in Motivation
The Heart Shaped Locket
Dark days The machines were everywhere. It was dark but as we machines know, we do not need light to negotiate the broken land. All we need is electronic pulses that rebound to our sensors, giving us an idea of direction and highlighting any obstacles that may impede our travel, plus some small halogenic lamps for illumination. And the reason for needing to travel is obvious – to find power.
By Gavin Mayhew3 years ago in Fiction
