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A Hop and a Leap: a leapfrogging bit of a rhyme
A Hop and a Leap A hop and a leap is all it takes To keep to make a happy child In lunchtime breaks Jumping…
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High as a Kite: a poem of any form
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The Rise of Plastrox: A Tale of Pollution, Heroes, and the Lady of the Lake
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The Room in the Hotel Annex: a haibun memory
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Je Suis un Frenchie: a rhyme about a dog
Je Suis un Frenchie: a rhyme about a dog
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The Sleeping Beast: an acrostic 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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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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The poem “What Do You Fancy?” by Lesley Scoble takes a playful look at the concept of fancying a drink, culminating in a humorous twist.…
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The narrator reflects on a poignant childhood memory when heavy rain during a theatre performance sounded like applause. This memory has left a lasting impact.…
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Nux Vomica is poem No. 7, in a collaborative ‘double rengay’ poetry series by Matt Snyder, Lesley Scoble, David Bogomolny, and Melissa Lemay. Each poet’s…

