Month: March 2016

The Tipsy Widow’s Funeral

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #100 Her grave is a xenolith of lustrous Marble, disguised by a grassy knoll. The funeral is tempestuous, The vicar a fraudulent troll Spouting his panegyric. He didn’t know her, Never saw the widow’s laces Stained with spiteful traces Of laudanum and breakfast yolk That trickled down her chin. […]

Brave and Quiet

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #149 “Collage 18” The quote “You’re So Brave and Quiet I forget you’re suffering.” Ernest Hemingway.   Behind the trusty doors of confession A soul is bared Unaware That someone else is listening And later Over coffee The story creeps across a kitchen table Grotesque gossip Woven like a […]

Early Morning Snow

I wake from a sleepless night To a noiseless chill No cockerel crow from across the field No pigeon coo from the window sill Everything is silvery still Where yesterday was green With signs of spring This morning Everything Is veiled with white The pillow of the sky Torn by silent birds’ flight And the […]

Some of my neighbours

My small contribution to Jacqui’s  From Here To There….Echoes Of My Neighbourhood over on A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales. My plans to get out and about taking photographs of some of the many windmills in our neighbourhood (all in different states of repair) have been thwarted by the randomness of the weather and revising Chapters […]

Springtime Scribbles

Last year’s fading foliage scrambles Over the weather-worn garden fence, Tangling with rampant nettles and brambles, Snatching and snarling, dark and dense. Primroses cower among the roots, Innocent lemon flowery softness, Custodians of other tender shoots Full of sap and youthfulness: Sure signs of spring begin to filter Through the closing door of winter.   […]

Rain in the Valley

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie  B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Kyrielle Rain Over Rovereto by G.s.k.   Sticky with kisses of raindrops Town overflows with red rooftops Splintering like slabs of toffee In Vallagarina valley Silent bells of the church tower Ghostly pealing of the hour Filling every square and alley A storm’s brewing in the […]