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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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
Scribbles from me to you 