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Winter’s Visitor
Kate Oakley
As winter approaches, a man returns to his garden to prepare it for its "Winter's Sleep", but is everything as it seems? Read the rest » “Winter’s Visitor”
Autumn Regrets
Autumn.
A time for reflection.
Another spring and summer gone.
March, and the hopes and plans it brings every year, long forgotten.
Golden Hour
Like a sepia picture the Riverside sits motionless, bathed in a golden brown light , majestic but as though holding its breath
Yesterday here an early autumnal scene.
Mrs B’s
With 10 shiny pennies she would run down the street.
A sweet shop her destination. Pick and Mix her weekly treat.
A Day To Be Glad
This poem was written for and read at my dad's funeral. Read the rest » “A Day To Be Glad”
Home
Eyes, staring into a swirling white abyss, close and for a moment enjoy delicate flakes ending their descent on already frozen lashes.
Thank you Ma’am
A more fitting final chapter could not have been written.
Through the calm of the Highlands, bathed in uncharacteristic sunshine and warmth, through London filled with noise, pomp and tradition, she arrives finally in Windsor, the same historic destination as that of her family gone before. Read the rest » “Thank you Ma’am”
Flowers of The Sun
With my head hung in neither sadness nor shame, I stand with shoulders dropped.
Shoulders which appear to carry an unbearable weight which, as the day draws to a close, intensifies and so they succumb to it’s heavy load.
Miss Anne
Miss Anne was a neighbour on my childhood street,
Reliably home, reliably neat.
Always a skirt with a jacket to match,
And when the weather turned cold a chic beret hat.
A Cry For Help
Four Cadbury’s Creme Eggs, a potato peeler, a Peppa Pig hair band and a bottle of strawberry milkshake.
The Hill
With a final push of strength Sissy finally reaches the top of the hill and, lacking the strength to admire the view, sits down.
The Shadows
Dressed as a devil with revellers in tow, Trick or Treat was the game door-to-door they did go
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One way ticket
He had been sure that he had one sachet of sugar left somewhere in his tattered rucksack.
Little Miss Narcissist
With her hand on the door latch she stands in the hall and with a look in the mirror asks ‘who’s fairest of all’?
PatRIOT Games
11th of July 2021
Wrapped in red, white and blue,
Their eyes wide, bulging, unseeing,
They clamour , their excitement sweeping them along,
All reason abandoned, left floating in the bottom of a beer glass.
Awaken
Her body abandoned by life, twisted with loss,
Memories faded by sun or buried beneath layers of dust undisturbed since when and why?
Spring Reborn
The winter was long,
Rain, floods, snow, ice,
Remains of autumn diluted then snuffed out on its watch.
Summer Clarity
The change in the season could be felt in the breeze blowing through the window.
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Reincarnation
Slowly my eyes open and I appear to be staring at the ceiling in a very, very white, bright room.
A Child’s Time
Time waits for no one,
Time shows no care,
Bringing with it opportunities to grasp while they’re there.