poppies closed up tight keep your secrets close tonight release them at dawn

Thank God it wasn’t a child: Seems to be able to be applied To almost everything To lessen The impact Of doom: ‘The votes are in, we have a new Prime Minister!’ ‘Thank God it wasn’t a child!’ the public cried For all the difference it…

Tomorrow ‘She turned to say it once again: Tomorrow’ It was the only promise they had but let me be thorough: It was a promise in a world where tomorrow tomorrow was a lie For a love struggling to die In a world of crumpled…

oh, how you terrify me! (do you have any idea how much of my heart you could waltz through if you only paused briefly to listen to my music?)

“Of its ancient glories nothing remains excepting a few battered facades, the tattered remains or signs, and the plaster nymphs and satyrs in the entrance lobby of the old Hippodrome, now befouled by dirt and penciled obscenities.”[1]– The Barbary Coast; Having survived fire, flood and…

Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. Moments in our lives are like flowers we choose to pick up or to buy from the florist s Who sometimes chooses for us Life is sometimes beyond our control. mrs dalloway by v. Woolf

Let’s go exploring Let’s run away Into the night And into the day I’m asking, imploring Just come out to play And if it’s alright I’d like you to stay Let’s fly away, soaring Get out of our way And by our own might Claim…

AS THE ALARM CLOCK on the chest of drawers exploded like a horrid little bomb of bell metal, Dorothy, wrenched from the depths of some complex, troubling dream, awoke with a start and lay on her back looking into the darkness in extreme exhaustion. Her…

Another limerick, cos I’m low on energy & been napping sitting up at my computer. 5 to go … The lovely fat lady with a crutch perhaps is eating a wee bit too much ———cramming in scone eleven ———with her cream tea in Devon before exploding at…

I’m full! Or I’m empty: I can’t tell which. But it’s clearly a case of extremes. The mud trap makes me slow, the dragging of my feet leaving trails in the day behind me and my hopes are just scratches in the coffin lid of…