The warm barrels of a shotgun with cordite in the air.

Sailing on the ocean with the South wind in my hair.

Crampons dug in deeply on a rocky, slimy face.

Heaven can be found on earth if you know the right place.

The game of golf is boring, it’s anathema to me.

I’d rather be in the kitchen shelling pea after pea!.

I wish I could still play rugby and ride a horse on Camber Sands,

But that life is over. It’s now full of different kinds of plans.

Now I’m watching on the TV as a number seven wins the ball.

I’m listening for the telephone to ring with a film producer’s call.

Yes, I’ve had my moments and perhaps there are more to come,

But I’ll never again be packing down in the back row of a scrum!

© 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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