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Just thinking… Part One (NaPoWriMo 16)
Today I discovered writer’s block. I’ve already written about crystal skies and candyfloss clouds and yellow silk daffodils and sugar frosted mountains and diamond laced glaciers and sticky marmalade...
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Just thinking…Part Two (NaPoWriMo 17)
I’ve worried about the house burning down I’ve put the milk in the cupboard and the shoe polish in the fridge I’ve talked about the difference between low fat and fat free and argued about whether...
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Writing with a quill (NaPoWriMo 20)
Today my thoughts turned to cobbled streets as I roamed the maze of tudor beams and open topped bus trips and a parade of tai chi demonstrations and morris dancers because it’s nearly his birthday. Or...
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The Magnolia (NaPoWriMo 21)
I can see the magnolia tree between two houses. Perhaps it can see into the big house on the right with the extension and the plastic windows and the Burmese cat that visits most of the neighbours but...
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Cyberspeak (NaPoWriMo 22)
I saw you today and we talked. I saw your eyes as we talked. I saw your meaning when we talked. Because last night you texted and I misunderstood.
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A futile dilemma (NaPoWriMo 23)
Today I opened the packet carefully, lovingly and was immediately confronted by the disappointment that is the last jaffa cake. My dilemma, to eat the solitary chocolate covered orangey flavoured...
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Poetry Event 26.04.13
I was lost in a language which merged old into new yet felt something catch in my throat at the dog in the sink. Then grief was moulded into a sonnet, then another, and a kingfisher flew across the...
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The Ivy (NaPoWriMo 28)
The ivy has nothing to prove. It weaves its way through holly, oblivious to edges that can graze the skin. It climbs better than the climbing rose, ignores the thorns and chokes the buds. It...
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Sunday (NaPoWriMo 29)
Into my eyes as I read Auden (taking a sip of dry white) the air blows kisses like a butterfly wing. Cherry petals in pink-cheeked mounds splutter and spread their fading confetti, dusting the...
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The Test
Something under the smile burns. Acid hopes now rest on four short questions. One pen, one pencil, one eraser, side by side like the Queen’s Guard, facing inspection. Turn over the white paper;...
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DP Challenge 2- thoughts
Happy day As the Net refused to speak, I took a minute to reflect. What had I achieved today? Washed two loads of laundry. Organised a school uniform. Cleaned out the hamster. And the goldfish....
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For DP Challenge
This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago and was published in ‘Out of the Fire’ (2011) Nottingham: Jubilee Press. Hope it makes you smile: Mid Life Strife...
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The internet is down
The internet is down This morning as I sipped my bleary coffee I switched off the swirly circle And looked out through the window. The collared dove in the silver birch Was unimpressed by my...
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The boy, the man
The boy, the man Blonde hair turned white by sunlight; Skin always smothered in factor 50. I could hardly see you through the mesh That covered your buggy and blocked out UVA. It was a necessity,...
View ArticleFrieda
The article was lengthy – You spoke of parents lost Yet recently found And used the word ‘sacrosanct’. He loved animals and so do you, A kind of legacy Interrupted By poetry. Yet his poetry could not...
View ArticleFriday
The man in the dark suit opens the doors and lets in Friday smiles – and I can’t help thinking how comfy this chair is. A Foxwood June 2017
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In the coffee queue my triumph, at reaching its head is short-lived – my open mouth denied its request by the tall red-head. Her hand pats me like a beloved pet – she’s very sorry, she thought I had...
View ArticleFinal Rehearsal
On Wednesday, June 28, people of Nottingham (including me) formed a huge 600-plus member ‘Drivetime’ choir, singing alongside the Halle Orchestra. It was a spectacular evening, and this poem was...
View ArticleBuilding Work…
‘Having the builders in’ can be a stressful time – what else is there to do but write poetry? Here’s a little something I wrote to while away the time… Building Work I’m not one to stay in the house...
View ArticleReflecting
Reflecting You were there, behind the bike shed, a nub end hanging from your bottom lip like a last apple. We ran, later, and made patterns in the sand with our naked feet. Your skin glistened with...
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