Category: Writing
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The Little Wren A flick of leaf A flash of light On the ground In out of sight Under a bush A shush— then, that…
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Hot Summer Fan Dance Hot summer heatCan be hard to bearto beat—To try to keep coolIn a stultifying poolOf breathless repressive airClammy sticky cloying sweatOn…
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EverywhereI go I seeThe enemyEverywhere Lesley Scoble As you can see, my verse today is of few words. It is the shortest poem I have…
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A flying London busman sails his ghostly empty London bus unstopping past the empty bus-stops and shuttered shops, cafés, restaurants and pubs—doomed to ride on…
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A poem comment on how the city feels to me this morning under the threat of Coronavirus compared to normal times.
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Today, it has rained incessantly—so, I thought a couple of photos taken while the sun was out at Blickling and a bit of Wordsworth might…
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The Grey Seals of Horsey is a story about the seals that come ashore on the coast of Norfolk to give birth, mate and then…
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Look down and see the stars! A short poem on rain, car headlamps and seeing stars…
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The first Wednesday of November is National Stress Awareness Day—which runs alongside the International Stress Awareness Week. So, I’m doing my part and stressing for…
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I know there is a fox who lives in a small wildlife garden in the City of London. There are telltale signs—leftovers from a recent…
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