Constantly on the move, never takes a break Loud ticking, always keeps you awake Over and over Clock needles go round Keep to time, at least for the clock’s sake   This poem is an acrostic disguised as a limerick!

2022 prompt/hour 8: “buttons” As a child I enjoyed visiting I enjoyed all the colours I enjoyed all the sounds The flash of the metal as it shuttled by The soft sway of fabrics The many coloured bits and bobs that all rattled differently I…

Iridescent drifter Somnolent in your lazy pursuit of sweet nectar Ruby throated dancer Slowly sipping the endless charms of summer

Pops in with a buttery texture. Mouthwatering sensation As I open my cupboards They always fall off at my feet As if begging me to have them I pick the packet up and say, Movie needs to be planned Wondering how can I say that…

Hour -8     Childhood, when innocence used to be my biggest virtue… when the world happened to be fair…. when tiny stuff gave me supreme joy, Childhood when I dwelled in my fantasies … When the world seems to be selfless When all appeared…

Hour Nine: Soda Bread I keep the recipe tucked into a cookbook a cookbook I rarely use, of old Irish recipes. This recipe is written in ballpoint blue ink, just beginning to fade, on a 5×7 sheet of unlined paper, paper I recognize as the…

Lost, but found. Dead inside, now alive. Feelings asleep, walled inside. Kept safe from things harmful. Along she comes. A key in hand. Fear swells, as she unlocks the doors one by one. Where did the key come from? How did she end up with…

Sleet frosts window panes Winds bluster, branches rattle Cracking sparks fly out Books by candle light Water bottle at my feet Sipping hot cocoa Curry cooking on the fire Cocoon of night and blankets Darjeeling brewing (Prompt: Look in your cupboards and find a food…

I sit with legs spread wide a piece of chicken in one hand a spoon to shove rice and stew into my mouth in the other   All the Christmases in my lifetime none comes close to the ones spent with grandma in the ancient…

tinned soup Sunday nights long ago when mum had passed out would make my own tea canned soup & toast soldiers heat soup in pan on stove lightly toast bread buttergold tomato was my favourite diluted with a little milk soldiers dunked in the mug…