A Frosty Morning I love a frosty morning Landscapes look sublime Cobwebs glittering Skin stings Footsteps ring Resonating Blackbirds sing Leaves crunch Frozen soil creaks Senses sharpened As the world Wakes
Day: October 9, 2015
A childish pastime
Hill Rolling A personal pleasure When everything’s green Is to wander up the hill Remaining unseen Hide in the long grass Until the time is right And then roll Turn and tumble To the bottom And then delight In the head spin Dizzy and ecstatic Magic
A bit of fun I wrote at a poetry workshop for teenagers
Love poem to a mango Oh mango! You are smooth and fleshy, As juicy as a poem, A sumptuous symphony of flavour. Oh mango! The colour of a sunset, A warm summer’s day, My fruity romance. Mango. Free image found on www.appszoom.com
A haiku inspired by fairy tales
Imagination Princes become frogs Animals act like humans Shadows are demons Free image found on www.womenweb.de
Thanks to Google, I have been reminded today of a wonderful trip to Prague
The Astronomical Clock in Prague It’s a chilly morning on Charles Bridge; Dodging phantom figures Emerging from the mist, Craving hot coffee To warm our souls And hands, We stroll Into the Old Square, Already buzzing. A crowd has gathered At the southern wall Of the Old Town Hall, Faces upturned like sunflowers Basking in […]
Prompted by images of the Thames estuary
Nightfall with Boats The boat swings its anchor The wind is nearly calm Mist drapes the low shore A gauzy radiant balm The river flows fast To the seam of sea and sky Embroidered with silhouettes of masts And echoes of seagull’s cries The curving sun sinks low Dusk falls upon the stream A thousand […]
The ending of the tale of the tin soldier
The Steadfast Tin Soldier Part 4 The paper boat span round Until it was full of rain But the tin soldier remained Steadfast With thoughts of the pretty dancer He hoped to see again. He plunged through the dissolving boat Into the mouth of a trout, But the steadfast tin soldier Stood erect, His rifle […]
Trees are my favourite plants on the planet…
and there is such a variety in our garden that I can’t stop writing about them. Copper Beech in the Garden The handsome beech Crept into the garden Etched furtively A space in the corner And grew Slender limbs Delicate tracery Against the sky Metallic leaves Flash with sunlight Burnished bronze And copper
writing in north norfolk 