Today is the autumn equinox when the hours of daylight and darkness are equal. After today, the nights are longer. Autumn is here I was inspired to write a poem: Hibernators scurry, gathering their stores.Farmers rush to harvest crops.Today we see the equinox.A new season ushers in. Time shifts away from the light.Greens turn into reds and goldsas branches lose their velvet cloaks.Summer’s warmth is … Continue reading Autumn Equinox
This is Doreen. She’s a cranky old hen. She’ll give you a peck every now and again! She loves the camera and will follow me round Squawking “Focus on me!” she’ll demand and demand. She’ll look dead ahead, straight into the lens Standing still, posing as long as it takes. This is Doreen, my cranky old hen! She lays me an egg every now and … Continue reading Doreen
Yesterday was Samhain, or Halloween. It was a beautiful, if somewhat cold day and the moon was shining brightly. During the night a storm came. This morning, when I woke, I discovered a fallen tree in my garden – a victim of the Samhain storm. It inspired me to white this poem: A tree in my garden uprooted by a storm overnight one Samhain. It’s majestic beauty’s … Continue reading Fallen Tree
Whenever I walk along the lane, this lovely cow comes to meet me or follow me. I always stop and we have a chat about this and that – she always seems interested somehow. Here’s a little poem I wrote about her. My friend, Miss Butterfly Miss Butterfly I call her,she knows her name.She meets me at the farmer’s gatewhen I walk down the lane. We … Continue reading My friend, Miss Butterfly
I entered this poem into a competition which was judged today. It wasn’t placed but I’d still like to share it with you. The poem had to be no more than 40 lines on the theme of “vision”. My husband and I own a gift shop with a refillery and coffee shop attached. We host crafting workshops too. I’ve always wanted to own a … Continue reading My vision has changed
While wandering around my garden late last night, I was struck by these pretty white flowers shining brightly in the semi-darkness. They shone so brightly in the moonlight that I was moved to take a photo and write a few words on their splendour. I have written a Haiku-style poem. It’s not strictly a Haiku but it does follow the 5-7-5 principle. I hope you … Continue reading Pretty white flowers
The view from here In my view a cloudy sky.I gaze up. Dark, it looms down on me, threatening and full of hatred.It spits a spear. The warning lands nearmy feet. The laden carriers race across the sky.Tumbling over and overlike a sea of soldiers.Warriors ready for battle, raging, angry.Determined to conquer. Running, hurtling towards mespears raised!With one cry they pounce.Every spear hits the ground … Continue reading The view from here
Tall mighty grand oaksdon their brand new green cloaks,flowers curtsey and bob in the breeze.The birds swoop and diveto the sound of the jive:They twirl and they whirl till they wheeze! The frog orchestra plays.The cats’ chorus amazesthe owl in his suit, what a hoot!The badger and skunkare so terribly drunk,they waltz round and round on the roof! Bees and butterflies dance;even the hedgehog will … Continue reading The whistling wind ball
I put this on my own timeline yesterday … I thought I’d write a cento this morning. A cento is a two line poem made up of a line from each of two other poems and they can make sense or not.I wanted my cento to reflect the strange times we’re currently living in because of the Covid-19 pandemic. Here is my cento:.Eye of newt … Continue reading A Covid-19 Cento
I wrote this poem while sitting in my lounge yesterday. It’s a “found” poem. A found poem is a poem that has been made from things that you’ve seen, heard, found, smelt, felt, etc when you’ve been on a journey, waited in a waiting room – anything really. So, I looked around my lounge to see if I could “find” a poem there. I wanted … Continue reading The poem in my lounge
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