Dark Queen

I wrote this poem a while ago.  I’d like to say that the inspiration fro this came from some sort of gothic queen I had been reading about, but it didn’t.  The kind of person I envisage is one who waits, listens, sees an opportunity and uses situations to their own advantage.  She sits quietlyContinue reading “Dark Queen”

‘The Road to Domestos (with or without mop bucket)’ part 1

‘Something shifted today Something I thought I’d lost But had simply gone astray I found that I had gotten over The pale goodbyes – those white cliffs of Dover Something shifted today. I can’t go on hating And actually participating With this wall of resounding pain. No gain. Lynda M Roberts 2020 This poem wasContinue reading “‘The Road to Domestos (with or without mop bucket)’ part 1”