The Barbary Knife

Do not know where this poem came from. I must have been shivering me timbers off somewhere after being caught in a squall😄. I’ve never been to the Barbary coast in my life, my ancestors, a few being sailors, probably did though. I have got a fascination with the sea and ships so maybe the

Ps. Pm…

Part of my series ‘End of Days’. Each new day feels like exactly that, the end of life as we once knew it. With endless atrocities deceitful lies, corruption and scandal after scandal ever unfolding, we are indeed living in dark times. So many ‘gates’ of evil opening, all leading to a desolate landscape. ‘Partygate’

Elastoplast for the Past

Slipping behind again with my blogs again. Where does the time go🤔 When I first started my blogs up, the plan was to post a few times a week. So much for plans🙄 I’d have been better off doing a diary (as I write in that every day. Anyway… here’s a short poem I wrote

Selected Poem: ‘Whatifs’ by Shel Silverstein

In these days of uncertainty, made even more so in this present climate , I think everyone can relate to this poem. ‘Whatfs’ is a playful poem relating to our own personal fears and writtten imaginatively from a child’s point of view by American poet, artist, cartoonist and playwright Sheldon Allan Silverstein (September 25, 1930 –

Happy Birthday Edgar Allan Poe!

Today is the birthday of most celebrated American author, editor, poet and literary critic Edgar Allan Poe (b. Boston Massachusetts) USA 1809 – 1849) Poe is famous for his lurid tales of the macabre and mystery. He is considered an early pioneer of the short story and the inventor of the detective fiction genre and

Poem: Voodoo Dancing

The following poem was written way back in the 90s.  It was originally a song and the music was provided by my husband.  I wrote quite a few songs in those days, including one called ‘The Life of Charlotte Bronte wasn’t all it was cracked up to be’ and ‘I Trouble’.  If I come across