This rhyming poem was written in response to a poetry prompt ‘In a field’. Google leads to some strange and, occasionally, scarey places when researching for inspitation! North is north and south is south In the cradle of Earth’s…
In this post-gender world Some say there are sixty-three types. Others scoff and proclaim just two Holding tight to zebra-style binary stripes. They mourn for a life that was simple But the labels keep breeding, vicious as darts So…
Today is World Poetry Day, so here is an offering in celebration of poets and writers around the world. I was born an original But became a chameleon Because I felt naked When so delicately clothed In the unique…
When challenged to write a poem on the colour red I recalled a letter box I’d seen embedded in the wall of an old post house in Scotland. I’ve taken liberties with the location to create a rhyme. Hopefully I…
I am often inspired by everyday things. This poem speaks of the everyday of my childhood, andthe power of fragrance to carry us back in time. My Father’s workshop Blade slices plank Metal cuts wood Violent yet creative A soft…
This year I’ve signed up to a group that aims to write a poem a month based on a set of provided prompts. For February the prompt was ‘Both sides’. This poem was my response, inspired by a quote that…
Sitting in the warmth of a public lounge on a rainy winter’s day, I could see wet seats on the patio. This poem was the result of my musing. Seats in the rain Will you come and sit? Take no…
I’ve discovered that poetry can be ‘published’ in many different forms. This particular poem first appeared as part of an exhibition of creative work at a festival. It was written on a large white board in the entrance to the…
This humourous little poem sprang to life while walking on a beach on the south coast. Love seeing dogs and their owners having fun, but it is an interesting relationship! It’s a dog’s life Is it any wonder dogs think…
I adore second-hand bookstores, and I am not surprised they are a popular backdrop for stories at present. There is something magical about stepping into these literary Alladin’s caves. This poem was inspired by both personal experience and also an…