Hobbits don’t bounce…

Posted on September 19, 2019 by Sue Vincent


He heard me scream, I heard him curse,
I lay there thinking, ‘Could be worse’,
My dripping son looked pale and white…
I guess I must have looked a sight
Laid out upon his kitchen floor
Beneath the broken cupboard door.

I’d climbed, you see, to reach the shelf…
My stature will not stretch itself
To reach so high without a boost,
So, like a pigeon gone to roost,
Precarious, I’d perched on high…
And, found that like a bird, I fly.

The chair upon whose seat I stood
Had wheels… and it’s all well and good
To wedge the thing against the wall,
Preventing any risk of fall
By clinging to the cupboard door…
If it’s not screwed on anymore.

The chair slid out, I grasped and clung,
And from my perch was soundly flung,
The door still held within my hand
And wondering on what I’d land.
I soon found out, as head and back
Hit bottom with resounding thwack.

I lay there hoping it would prove
A possibility to move,
My son appeared, a hasty drape
And shampoo dripping down his nape,
He’d heard me crash with awful power
Despite radio and shower.

“I thought the wall had fallen down!”
Said he, with such a worried frown.
“You should not climb when I’m not there
To hold the ruddy kitchen chair!”
All my expletives stayed unspoken
While I checked if bones were broken.

Now, hobbits may not bounce, it’s true,
But though I may be black and blue,
And several rainbow colours more,
The only breakage was the door.
So, telling me to stay put, seated,
Towel-draped, my son retreated.

Maybe half an hour after,
From my son the sound of laughter…
Me, I’m perched upon the stool
Equipped with filler-gun and tool.
For once I’d got up from the floor
I’d thought I should rehang the door…

My son, with twisted humour thought
A hobbit of my age-group ought,
After a fall from such a height
To give up after such a fright…
But, knowing that I’d ache next day,
I’d get the job out of the way.

Now night draws in, it’s getting late,
A hobbit with a zombie gait
Whose multicoloured skin is sore,
Whose head’s not working anymore,
In need of Epsom Salted bath
Is aching way too much to laugh.

Too many bits had hit the deck
And I’ll admit, I feel a wreck.
The lesson’s clear, so here’s the deal…
Please, never stand on chairs with wheels.
And, for myself, a moral found…
There are much better ways to ‘ground’.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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46 Responses to Hobbits don’t bounce…

  1. Eliza Waters says:
    September 19, 2019 at 21:48

    Good Lord, Sue, PLEEZE be careful! You really make it tough for your Guardian Angels! Hope you heal well and soon. ❤

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  2. pensitivity101 says:
    September 19, 2019 at 22:10

    Great verse Sue, hope you’re not too sore.

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  3. Mary Smith says:
    September 19, 2019 at 22:15

    Ouch! Sorry, but I did laugh. I hope you recover well and remain firmly earthbound unless someone is there to hold your chair.

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  4. JoHawkTheWriter says:
    September 19, 2019 at 22:16

    Very funny piece. Glad that it wasn’t worse. 🙂

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  5. joylennick says:
    September 19, 2019 at 22:21

    Poor you, Sue. A brilliant poem but at what cost?! I bet you keep finding new bruises…Ouch. xx

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  6. D. Wallace Peach says:
    September 19, 2019 at 22:23

    Oh no, Sue. I’m vertically challenged too and can be found kneeling on the counter to reach the top shelves. But rolling chairs??! No no no. You must get yourself a folding stool. I hope you’re feeling a little better.

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  7. Sadje says:
    September 20, 2019 at 03:07

    That’s a real bummer. But be careful in future. I have stopped stepping on anything higher than six inches. It’s too dangerous.

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  8. Dyanna says:
    September 20, 2019 at 05:17

    Hope the Epsom Salt bath helped! I am vertically challenged too so have something in almost every room to help me reach the high places learned that flying is okay but the landing is hard on the body padding and all.

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  9. Jane Sturgeon says:
    September 20, 2019 at 09:01

    Ohh Sue, in the blink of an eye! Sending you healing energy ❤ Great poem, but ouch… ❤

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  10. jenanita01 says:
    September 20, 2019 at 09:50

    I still climb up ladders and balance in unsuitable places, much to my family’s disapproval. They seem to think I am too old for all that now… I do hope the arnica takes some of the pain out of your bruises!

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  12. samfiftysomething says:
    September 20, 2019 at 14:57

    Oh dear Sue hope you’re ok, although forgive me for smiling. Loved this, very well written! 👏

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  13. Jennie says:
    September 21, 2019 at 13:55

    Oh, no!! Glad to know I’m not the only boo-boo queen. Hope you are okay, Sue.

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  14. Widdershins says:
    September 22, 2019 at 03:39

    Bloody ouch!!! … hope you’re not quite as done in by now. 🙂

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