It’s Christmas Eve and I really would rather be elsewhere – probably not in the local pub where there’s a karaoke evening in full swing, but perhaps in the kitchen where there’s a bottle of something suitably cheap and fizzy, half full or half empty depending on your point of view.
But I have a blog to write.
Continue reading “under duress”
A message in my inbox this morning provided me with a title and a challenge to write a poem.
I have in fact written very little poetry this year and the idea of writing something to order is daunting.
Continue reading “in haste”
I came across some old photos yesterday, which is just as well, as my mind is a blank and at least they give me something to post.
Continue reading “blank”
I have been distracted by real life, so haven’t posted to the blog for nearly three weeks. Now, when I have finally found time to sit at the computer, there seems to be nothing in my head but fluff. If I am to make a post today, I think the best I can do is fall back on old photos. 
Continue reading “nothing but fluff”
Two months ago, the rolling green of Middle England was covered in purple and I wrote on the blog that the rosebay willow herb is one of my favourite summer flowers. 
Nothing is left but a dried up scribble of empty seed pods, which perfectly matches the barren tangle of my mind at the moment.
Continue reading “a poem for every occasion”
don't confuse the narrator 