Scribbles from me to you

My poetry & prose



Day 27 #OctPoWriMo – Halloween tradition

Halloween beckons both young and old out: gathering up flammable things to burn - a bonfire build, what craic to be about! Old mattresses, tyres, posts- all took a turn, for risks and worries we had no concern! The pile... Continue Reading →

Day 12 #OctPoWriMo Green Clad

My body pressed against the tree's trunk Blending: I am invisible - A veritable dryad, green clad! Crouching on a branch, face mythical. The living tree no fear represents Heights safe in verdant embrace Green clad, a veritable dryad! Hangs... Continue Reading →

#OctPoWriMo 2019 #2

He slumbers on, our creator The curator We are his dream Each day a scheme A giant who might one day wake And our world break Fragments of sleep From eyes that weep A nightmare from which he awoke Where... Continue Reading →

Memories #NaPoWriMo2018 #25

Where shall we go today? For a walk on the moon? Or a swim under the sea? We can explore anywhere And everywhere. Any time or no time at all And where does this magic happen? In our minds, in... Continue Reading →

After The Listeners by Walter de la Mare #NaPoWriMo2018 12

Is there anybody there? Said the Traveller As the rain, it pelted down He beat the door with a sodden fist And glared with a stormy frown Why won't you answer the door, he shouted I can hear you moving... Continue Reading →

#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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