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The Dressing Up Box

I was looking at a meme about the idea that we are ghosts inside a meat coated skeleton, made from stardust, riding a rock whilst hurtling through space, and I thought ‘there’s a poem in there somewhere’ 🤔 So here it is. Borrowed clothes of passing time, Once formed a cobweb so sublime. Those goldenContinue reading “The Dressing Up Box”

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 theContinue reading “The Barbary Knife”

The Runaway Train

Carrying on the back track Yet another train of lies Are Shunted northwards The runaway mouth ran over the hill and he blew it. Again. Unfortunately, the last I heard he was going still… Yet another empty promise for the North. The abandonment of HC2. Second in my new occasional series ‘End of Days’ whereContinue reading “The Runaway Train”

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 wroteContinue reading “Elastoplast for the Past”

Watched – Enid (Blyton)

Bonham Carter as Enid Blyton When I was a child, Enid Blyton was my favorite author. She was beloved of most children: a wonderful storyteller whose stories kept you entranced. But I often wondered what Blyton was  like as a person. Helena Bonham Carter was, at first glance, a surprising choice, to play Blyton in thisContinue reading “Watched – Enid (Blyton)”

Poem: ‘Don’t let the Child out’

I was watching a film the other day.  There was a burial scene.  These words were spoken as the ashes were sprinkled.  They’re from The First epistle of  Paul to the Corinthians, Bible, 1 Corinthians 13, verse 11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as aContinue reading “Poem: ‘Don’t let the Child out’”