The Princess and the Pea He wanted a real princess So the prince rode far and wide There were so many But he never felt inside That they were real He returned to his palace The king and queen Could give him no solace One night thunder roared Lightning flashed The rain poured There was […]
Category: Journal
My daily journal: comments, thoughts and poetry on daily events.
A familiar sight after the harvest
Harvest Fire Naked fields are parched Stubble burns with crackling flames The burnt field quivers Free image found on www.colourbox.com
A colourful memory on a dark autumn morning
Brancaster Poppies That sunny May morning Walking by the coast at Brancaster The horizon laced with boats The breeze was bracing Amongst untamed weeds And the rustle of reeds A flash of red silk In the verdure Burnt on the retina Of the day
A Harvest Poem Found in Virgil’s Georgic I
Harvest In early spring the icy drip Melts down the mountains, To loosen the crumbling clod Under the deep press of the plough Behind the groaning ox, Fulfilling the farmer’s prayer With boundless harvest-crops. Cornfields smile At the plump wheat ear Mingling with the grape. The olive springs From richest rain; The earth is green […]
A poem about constitutional creativity
Walking with Words Fields unfold On either side Of a country road Ditches clogged With weeds And leaves Mind clogged With indiscriminate ideas Interspersed With verse Sentences saturated With meaning Imagination run riot As I walk With words … If anyone has a suitable image to illustrate this poem, please let me know.
Flash Fiction for Friday
750 word Flash Fiction A Tangible Presence I was alone for the first time in ages. Shadows hugged the room where I sat in my favourite armchair, an anglepoise lamp bent into the best position for reading, a cup of tea beside me. I was engrossed in a book of short stories. A sudden chill […]
Wicked Word Wednesday is becoming a habit!
I have submitted a haiku: Parallel In a parallel Universe everything is Straight, neat and tidy Free image found at bingwallpaper.co Join in Wicked Word Wednesday at Running In My Head
A short poem prompted by a rainy Wednesday morning
Blurred Vision Is it the rain That blurs your vision so? It trickles down the window pane Crystalline and slow. Or is it sorrow That spatters On the windows of your soul? Apologies if you have seen this image before
I received my ninth rejection from an agent today…
and this is what they said: “I’m afraid the news isn’t as good as it could be, and JOE AND NELLY isn’t something for us. Please see this as a sign of how few books for children we handle rather than a reflection on your writing, and I hope you find a good, enthusiastic home for […]
The weather has become colder and wilder…
and there were more leaves on the ground this morning. Ode to a Blustery Day You are an invisible waif Who takes me by surprise. You are a syncopated strafe, An onslaught from the sky. You are a stray ragamuffin Tugging at my hair. You are rhythmic percussion, Music in the air. You are the […]
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