We think it begins as a blank canvas But there are already textures and imperfections That influence the likely picture. A messy conflict of hues emerges; But then develops, favouring particular motifs and shades Interspersed with slashes of vivid unpredictability. Towards the finish it’s calmer, settled, Fine brushwork highlighting favourite elements. In the end, if we’re lucky, We’re framed in wood and admired in reflective … Continue reading Still Life?
My pal Al the Author has been instrumental on my blogging journey. He ‘came out’ a few years ago as a budding writer and I said “me too!” and we swapped examples of our work. He set up a blog and, in a woefully convoluted attempt to comment on it, I somehow ended up with a blog of my own (still not entirely sure how that … Continue reading Al’s Pretty Words; My Villainous Voice
It seems that I’m a Wanted Man, though posters there are none. But, as a husband and a dad, my tasks are never done. It starts before I leave work – I get texts upon my phone: “Get some milk”, “Pick me up”; I think I need a clone. I love my wife, my kids and cat, but they are a bit demanding; I’ve got … Continue reading Solitude
Roses are varied, Violets are predominantly violet, I prefer poems To be factually correct. Continue reading Flowery verse
Task set by my local writing group to base an item of creative writing on the poem by Hilaire Belloc in 15 minutes flat. You probably need to read the poem first… Continue reading After ‘Tarantella’
Task set by my local writing group to base an item of creative writing on the poem by Walter de La Mare in 20 minutes flat. Continue reading After ‘The Listeners’
I watch them enter full of excitement and expectation;
Twinkles amongst the wrinkles.
Greeting old friends from way back when,
Approving each other’s clothing and footwear:
Fred Perry and Ben Sherman are
Getting a good outing tonight. Continue reading But We’re Different Now
Originally posted on maggy liu:
Last night I saw someone post an inside joke on your Facebook wall and I was reminded that I now live on the other side of the divide between acquaintance and best friend knock knock no response I guess you no longer care that I’m here. I remember our younger days the bitter nights where words thrown in anger could shatter… Continue reading My Heart is not Berlin
I originally wrote this on Al the Author’s page in response to a couple he’d written (he’s a Haikuholic, while I’m in virgin territory). The theme was ‘piano’. Of course, I couldn’t resist… Silent piano. Built for eyes, not ears. Don’t touch! It’s made of cardboard. Continue reading My Piano Haiku
My pal Al recently completed the A-Z Challenge of writing a blog entry every day throughout April 2015 themed on a letter of the alphabet. Three cheers for Al! I then pointed out that in Old English there was another letter that slowly fell in to disuse through the middle ages, even though we still see it’s legacy today in English village signs. This letter is known as … Continue reading Þ is for Thorn