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At Easter time I first did meet my loveShe came to me one night when it was springDescended, so it seemed, from high aboveShe sang a song that she alone could sing At first my mind was riven, filled with fearMy feelings clouded by a troubled mindBut then her love it shone so bright and... Continue Reading →
How could you think of Easter without eggs?Shiny, foil-wrapped, hidden around the garden,small girls in nighties with their sturdy legsand boys in jammies, seeking, ardent?And boiled eggs, with their brightly painted shellswaiting for you to crack them. Inside, white and gold,like spring itself - blossom and daffodils.Winter is suddenly something we can holdand crack wide open.... Continue Reading →
We seek a Saviour in these troubled timesto lead us to some fabled promised landwe bind our hearts, wrap up our dreams as rhymesare scattered like so many grains of sand upon the windy beach, where yet we waitfor spring tides swell and rise to ease our painand search the far horizon, always lateto reach... Continue Reading →
I have a personal trainerand his name is Ollie:if you want to shed those lockdown poundsjust call on Ollie. He will not let you stop to drinkhe shows no mercyand don’t you even stop to think you’re tired, or thirsty. He’ll make you race him down the hillalong the seashorethen all the way back up againscreaming... Continue Reading →
A whole quarter year has passed in this Twitter Poetry Challenge. So I guess I'm not feeling as excited about #NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) as everyone else is. But I did add it to the tags of my Twitter poems for good measure. I also gave myself a break on Wednesday (day 90) because... Continue Reading →
Thank you so much to everyone who has taken part and submitted work to this anthology. It is a project close to my heart, as my aim is to raise awareness of the joint crises of climate change and biodiversity loss that we are facing as a human race, and as part of the vast... Continue Reading →
'Laundry, laundry, still wars and laundry;nothing else holds fashion.'Misquoted from Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida (Act V, Scene ii) Those of us with children, or at least thosewho've ever laundered for themwill knowlaundry accumulates exponentiallywith the birth of each additional child.This is not a complaint, nor any lackof gratitude, but a simple statement of fact. My... Continue Reading →
“How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?”- William Blake, from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1793. We have forgotten we are part of naturean integral partwe think that we can bend the very seasons to our willwe think that... Continue Reading →
I remember cherry blossom blooming in London at around this time of year. How it enchanted the gardens of suburbia, transforming them from dull semi-detached '30s monotone to cotton-candy-coloured bowers of bliss. How the petals fell in the wind, twirling that dance they do, declaring 'Spring is here! Yes, even in the City, spring is... Continue Reading →
We all know that Don's pampered puss Priscilla loves the camera, as is evident from today's photoshoot (see Featured Image.) However, in searching through Stan's photography archives, Don has discovered another feline model, Boofy, who may be about to steal the limelight. More on this below...Meet Priscilla, Stan and a whole host of other comic... Continue Reading →
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