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Celandore Wood: a sonnet
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Dormant Daze: a rengay
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The Lighthouse Beacon: a free verse poem
The Lighthouse Beacon reflects a moment of despair at the edge of a cliff, contemplating loss, and the past. Amidst sorrow, the lighthouse’s guiding light…
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A Crane’s Duet: a free verse poem
The poem “The Crane’s Duet” by Lesley Scoble reflects on the historical journey of the common crane in Britain. Once abundant, the crane became extinct…
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A Sparkling New Dawn: a free verse poem
The poem depicts a chaotic morning routine sparked by an alarm clock. The narrator awakens, throws the clock, and contemplates their partner’s slumber. As they…
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On the Tip of My Tongue: a free verse poem
Hey, I’m delighted to see you here! Thanks for coming. My blog is where I publish my poems and artworks (and reveal anything else that I think might be interesting!). I am so happy you’ve dropped by—please enjoy!
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* I am redesigning my site—please bear with me while I fiddle and change things! Thank you,
Lesley

news and events
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Melissa Lemay interviews me on Collaborature!
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“One memorable time was when the producer called a breakfast meeting at a street café in Fulham. At the cusp of a wintry dawn, we found ourselves waiting for the first bottle of Beaujolais Nouveau to arrive. We cracked it open at 8 am, and I remember it as one of the best collaborative meetings ever!”
working as a cartoonist for Channel 4 TV
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✨ Honoured to illustrate the book cover of Broken Rengay
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The book features a rebellious take on the traditional rengay form—thirty six poems that bend the rules with humour, raw emotion, and poetic synergy.
Published by Prolific Pulse Press
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Something’s coming! Wait and see!
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Lesley Scoble crafted a haiku for Coleen Chesebro’s #Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, inspired by her Zodiac colour, purple. The content highlights the historical significance of…
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Lesley Scoble’s tanka poem “Down the Local” depicts a chaotic scene of seagulls scavenging for abandoned chips at a pub.
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her golden tresses softly brushing gentle slopes flow like languid streams silver scissors shine their whetted desire prepares— to snip and snip and… eyes down…

