Disclaimer: If you choose to purchase, via the link to Amazon, the book associated with this poem, I will receive a commission – at no cost to yourself. Today. Today, as I await my special breakfast, my special for-being-a-mother breakfast, I will read all of the books I bought yesterday – well, perhaps just oneContinue reading “Today: A Poem Inspired by Matt Haig”
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The Long Moment
Longing for a long moment to come to be shorter, he demands to know, ‘How long?’ and receives no reply, just the elongating sound of silence, stretching out, out and stabbing into his head, his thoughts, his freedom to remain encapsulated and undisturbed, and his freedom to be momentarily himself, a freedom now lost foreverContinue reading “The Long Moment”
Dippy Bit
I slice the top off my soft-boiled breakfast egg and watch as the little crackly bits start to cave in. But its a start-stop moment. Most of the cracklies find themselves held back by a sticky membrane. Have the cracklies been saved from a great fall into a disaster zone, or have they beenContinue reading “Dippy Bit”
The Pebbles on the Beach: Book Review
I do not receive commission for any links to Amazon. Pebbles. A book titled ‘The Pebbles on the Beach’ might not an the obvious choice for a can’t-put-down read. But, having been picked up, it had to be bought. And what drew an inlander from the sandstone caves of Shropshire, into a book about Britain’sContinue reading “The Pebbles on the Beach: Book Review”
Batted
Disclaimer: This post is primarily to share my own poetry, but it does contain an affiliate link to a poetry collection by John Gallaher. If you choose to purchase Gallaher’s book, I will receive a commission at no cost to yourself. ‘What’s it like to be a bat?’ he asks. And then, before I canContinue reading “Batted”
Let Me Believe
Mortgages and wages and pensions are but pennies to be dished out in alleyways; out and into the woolly-pavement hat of a homeless bidder. Keys clanging, I go forth into my own future, in search of my not-quite-paid-up-for car. Croaking and spluttering, it, and I, start, spit and pause awhile, chewing on our hopesContinue reading “Let Me Believe”
Minpreself
Be mindful. Be in the moment. Live only in the present and present yourself to the world. I present myself: a wonky mouth, a turned-in knee, a painful toe and a few grey hairs and I like it. And the books that surround me, piled up on desks, in tubs and in corners like whatContinue reading “Minpreself”
Monday Thoughts
On Monday, I tried to avoid Tuesday. So many things to do, work-related things, on Monday, today, my day off work! On Monday, I did Tuesday’s work, thinking to get it out of the way, dispose of it, to make Tuesday, my work-day, better! On Monday, Tuesday’s work done, I popped anContinue reading “Monday Thoughts”
Carsuming
Your car consumes me. I get in and it rolls backwards down the drive before I’ve even shut the door, trying to take me with it, trying to swallow me, but failing. Failure rises up from the floor, trying to nip me, trying to grab another chance to mix me in with its tides ofContinue reading “Carsuming”
Mum of the Moment
‘Leafy scarf of Rust-Brown Silk’ by Jay Cool Grey-coated with leafy scarf of rust-brown silk and brooch of oyster pearls framing dark-brown curls, cycling over concrete of autumns gone. I see her. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018
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