Norfolk Morning The dome of sky expands, Airy, pale and blue, Emphasising space With another hue. Comfortable clouds drift To the stratosphere, Dissolving in the sun Until the day is clear.
Day: August 8, 2015
A new short story is taking shape
Following on from the owl poem, the short story seemed to write itself yesterday. I didn’t finish it because I reached a point where I was happy with it and didn’t want to force it into a direction in which it didn’t want to go. For me, poems are a lot easier to work with, […]
Looking forward to Chatterbooks
Saturday morning… I’m looking forward to meeting up with some ex-pupils and some new members at the monthly Chatterbooks session at the local library. It’s a very chatty little group; they enjoy reading and talking about books. This month the theme is spies and thrillers. I’ve planned a few activities and, thanks to our Community Librarian, […]
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