I have to leave the house! Update : It wasn’t quite the last one after all! London Underground Iconic masterpiece map An abstract landscape Of lines and colours On the Tube All that matters Is the next station Time, distance and direction Are almost irrelevant As you fly through tunnels Of darkness and light Rocking […]
Month: September 2015
A haiku on city life
City Sounds Clamorous jangling Of city jazz jars senses Clarion horns blare Image found on Pinterest
A city girl has become a grumpy old country bumpkin
When I was in London last week, I came to realise that I could never live or work in a city again. I hope this poem conveys some of my feelings. Life in the City A huge bunker Hunkers Behind a concrete veil Next door Stainless steel shimmers Elevators Lift immaculately dressed Business people Bankers […]
One last poem for Sunday evening
Mushroom Hunting It’s almost fungus season When mushroom hunters foray In lonely fields and woodland Hoping to spot their prey Foraging for champignons Puffballs and parasols Avoiding death and ink caps Sickeners and false morels Every fungus is unique In colour and in form Some robust, others delicate In shades of ochre, rust and cream […]
Today has been a pyjama day …
but I’m up and showered now – ready for action! Lazy Sunday Haiku Stay in bed till late Try to ignore the sunshine The garden calls me
The cats are enjoying the sunshine
Cat Lick Illuminated by sunshine Caressed by a September breeze The fastidious cat licks her paw In the shade of the apple trees Precise and systematic Starting with her face She rubs her nose from back to front Till every hair’s in place The paw is reapplied The feline rubs from ear to eye She […]
A tribute to my adopted city
Although I was born and grew up in London, and visit whenever I can, I relish returning to my adopted city: Norwich. I love the feeling I get when the train leaves the outskirts of London and fields become predominant; when I drive out of the car park near the station and down to Riverside, where […]
Another rejection
Rejections seem to be like buses, nothing for ages and then several come along at once! Another agent rejection email arrived in my mailbox about ten minutes ago. Image found on Pinterest.
I am delighted to say that…
writing in north norfolk has reached 501 visitors and 2506 views! I never dreamed that so many people would visit my website and read my blog. Thank you all so much.
This is for those of you who like the word sprocket…
especially you David Marshall and resarfpoetry! Sprocket A radiation of projections Teeth and cogs That mesh With tracks or chains The rough against the smooth Poetry in motion
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