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poetry & prose

Haiku cat

Ninja-like, She walks, Stealth in her step, tail flicking Whiskers read the air

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The Gallows Post

The ghosts of the gate, As a random leaf falls, They cry out in eerie voice That shivers as the wind calls The wind it is rising Helping carry their dreams Ever lifting and falling From shadows they scream Ghostly... Continue Reading →

Two’s Company

This is a short story I wrote in 2012 Photo : https://www.123rf.com/photo_11727983_rocky-cliff-overlooking-the-sea-in-portofino-in-italy.html

Under Surveillance

Under constant review Never unobserved Desperate to know Everything I do Retracing my steps Steady observation Utterly concentrated watch Random walk-bys to see - Viewing what is on my screen Every hand movement notifies I'm working, but at what? Lots... Continue Reading →

#31 OctPoWriMo – Mysterious is the way

An acrostic poem to celebrate my first time with OctPoWriMo Many words, this month, have left my pen Yattering and battering from head to page Striving to create, learning to grow Teaching new forms and ways. Every day has been... Continue Reading →

#30 OctPoWriMo – Forbidden

Do not speak, young wench, of magic The cost may be sorely tragic Your life, my own, our liberty Forbidden lore by Church decree Come away child, from dusty books From familiars, runes and rooks Turn away now, my chickadee... Continue Reading →

#29 OctPoWriMo – Villanelle

Crying at the Moon I stood late last night Staring up to the moon The stars shone e'er so bright Hard not to believe such a sight Could grant any wish or boon I stood late last night I stood... Continue Reading →

#28 OctPoWriMo – Belonging (Clarity pyramid)

JOY Singing Open hearts Choir voices rising Lifting hearts and spirits With harmony and and music "Music is a joy and release"

#27 OctPoWriMo – The Scent of Flowers

This poem takes me back to many childhood memories of sitting hidden in the branches of the Bridesblossom tree in the corner of our garden. Reading, writing, even sleeping - it was a favourite spot of mine and best of all, no one knew I was there! The scent of those flowers was almost narcotic, I still gather some when I'm home at blooming time. Unfortunately I don't know what the real name of the plant is - we only called it the bridesblossom tree

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