Get ready for the main event Of the aquatic year. Athletes from every ocean Are expected to appear. The line up is amazing! Punters jostle round for space, Or place their bets at Coral’s. It is odds on for The Plaice. The starter waves a flipper. The contestants form a line. Oh [...]
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Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin To raise the goosebumps Underneath your skin. I’m told that live ones like To slumber snug. So I’ll put in your bed A little bug. Now what else is it I’m to be about? Ah yes! Them candles. Watch me blow ‘em out. I’ll [...]
I lie in the lounge on my afternoon bed. A million frayed nerve ends arc over my head. The light in the sky is a bright steely grey: The mottled effect of a blustery day. The trees silhouette. Every branch, limb and twig Thrusts in lignin defiance. They don’t give a fig For a [...]
The Definition of Love
Posted: 15th January 2012 by Ruth in Member's Blogs, Poetry, Ruth's BlogTags: love, poem, ruth lockyear
So what is love? What does it mean; This thing that hits so suddenly? It strikes from nowhere; moves unseen And to the heart its arrows fly. Before we have a chance to hide, It seeks us out unerringly, And causes stutters, heat inside, Which turns to blush when love’s nearby. Where the defence to [...]
I always had the idea that I saw one on a weekday winter evening out in the car with my parents . I heard it’s salutary screech through closed windows . I noticed it’s flat round head and it’s white wings beating wildly . I marked it off in my bird book kept the memory [...]
You must treasure every minute. Do not waste a single drop. When you feel the tug of living, Never let the music stop. When you see a thing of beauty, Take a moment to admire. Do not let the flame extinguish In the everlasting fire. Though your body may be feeble, Let your mind be [...]
The view from my window Is elder in bloom From a vista of picture frames Straddling the room. And, under the elders, In china array, Are roses, that blush Through the shimmering day. The feeders are empty. The birds have deserted. But, over the stream bridge, My ears are alerted To clatter of lid From [...]
If you can eat your bread, when all about you Are toasting theirs, (and flaming burn it too!). If you can eat your crust yourself, when all men flout it, Please making allowance for their flouting too. If you can grate, and not get tired of grating, Or whip a pie up. Don’t be scared [...]
Sowbread and Saffron sat side by side on a sublime , sun- bathed September afternoon in an unspoilt , country mill – house garden safe from modern – day ravages and attention paid to the latest flower of the month . Lanky stems of herbaceous perennials their plumed petals petering out , watch bold , [...]
The fat fly- fed spider of September legs spread motionless on the close knit strands of his wide web woven from within so intuitively the centre of his world . No – one noticed him on hot , sweaty summer days , but there he was under cover planning his movements. For a few short [...]