March 5, 2019

Drops Felting Fever sale now on!

The website proclaimed,

A mere search for yellow and grey

Wool, became

Much more intense than previously expected.

Life before crochet,

Was a more simple existence.

Now just hoping for some consistency,

At least on the edges

Of my new yellow and...

March 5, 2019

Read more (books):

it puts a certain


on life.

Other lives,


never forgotten.

Easy, so it is,

to forget

what feels like

a modern day calamity

has happened,



and time,

after time.

What, then,

but to absorb

what will,


come again.

March 5, 2019

And there they descend, one and all,
to rob me of my wits,
defenceless, against their witlessness,
driven up the sea life aquarium wall.

And there they flash, despite the wall's
clear sign. Splash! The turtle's wits
vanished along with mine. What line?
Oh, don't mind me...

March 5, 2019

Last night,

a ship churned in belligerent waters,



waves high above the bow and stern,



unable yet to return

to passages clearer,


delinquently ploughed,

a hopeless dredgery

channeled within a channel;

no space to turn,

the ship,


the only way...

March 5, 2019

The only thing certain about Brexit,
is that, far too many books
have already been written on the subject.

So, I thought, abjectly pondering
the wretched pile of self-righteous dogma
stacked to meet my browsing eye.

As if All Quiet on the Western Front
were as boistrousl...

March 5, 2019

Brexit apoplectic,

No-one knows what they want

Except for those of us

Who hope, more in vain than despair,

That Spain might invade Gibraltar

And the whole problem would disappear

In the foggy fever of war.

And what's been revealed

From this monumental shart?

An imbecilic politi...

March 5, 2019


A world without science posters.




That would be.

If we left the communication to the communicators,

Let some things be,


By overzealous scientific pedantry.

Get involved, by all means, but -


Don’t judge,

You’ll see

How meaningful s...

January 29, 2019

Some things change and so they should,

Some people don't though we wish they could

But there's gotta be sugar in a Yorkshire Pud'.

Some blame the man, old rich fuddy dud,

Some see the trees, missing the wood

But there's gotta be sugar in a Yorkshire Pud'.

Some remember poppi...

January 28, 2019

Into the depths plunge the drips of red,

Scarlet licks splatter a bare facade,

And high above, the shattered remnants glint

As burgundy-tinted shards.

Reflected back in a porcelain stain,

The vacant mist of autumn's light

Gently lifts the memory's refrain,

Lost as claret seep...

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