Category Archives: Poetry

Love is a game, my dear, that neither of us are much good at playing. Your little tricks and guile are too easily discerned: mine are equally unsubtle. Oh, what hopeless participants we are in love’s great contest— if this … Continue reading →

The Play (They say never work with children or animals but…) If you want to lose a stone in quick time, try putting on a play with an adult – volunteer cast. Part 1 The casting obvious, so easy, so … Continue reading →

How could he play when Ollie and May had both gone away on their holiday? One couldn’t have fun. Of fun there was none when it was just one alone in the sun. “Hello!” What was that? It wasn’t the … Continue reading →

Music fills my head The rhythm of the dark hours is like no other Chords resonating Sound waves travel through the air waiting to be heard Jackie Parsons

The curtain opened. There she stood. She played her part to perfection. The opening act went well. He was mesmerised. Her words convinced him, spoke to his heart. She must become his leading lady, but he stumbled over his lines. … Continue reading →

Among the pea sticks and neat rows of veg A nun stoops low to tend the shooting plants. A girl looks on, unseen beyond the edge Of this bucolic scene, caught in the slant Of late spring sunlight glancing through … Continue reading →

I doubt if anyone’s drunk from this vessel since my father won it in 1957. He wasn’t keen on beer, but his tankard stayed with him through 60 years and two house moves, till I claimed it at the final … Continue reading →

I played as they gorged on fowl and flesh. Hoped there would be a morsel left for me. When they had had their fill and were drowsy with ale and mead, I went outside to the courtyard where folks were … Continue reading →