Nightmares
A wisteria branch taps on the window A distant dog howls at the moon A cracked church bell tolls Below the cloud scudding skies The sound of dragging fee...
Month: August 2020
Fred’s Journey
Fred sitting in his canvass picnic chair, tartan blanket over his lap, glass of Zinfandel in hand, smile on his face, looking at the evening birds swirling, tw...
Boyhood Memories of Shopping
Sainsburys – long marble counters with men in crisp white aprons To measure and wrap the tea and butter, To weigh the broken biscuits and Cut the bacon with the...
It is not with ideas that we write verses … it is with words
Since I’ve been dickering and dabbling with poetry I’ve had quite a lot of ideas for poems, or short stories perhaps. The trouble is that the ideas ...
The Garden of Rest
The long hot days lead me to go and view the garden long unkept, the uncut grass, the bushes grow unpruned, unshaped, where weeds have crept. I sit beside the s...
Turning Points
Moments of motion Changes of direction. Some turning points are obvious, Immediate. But many go unobserved, Disregarded minor deviations, small shifts That accu...