Cherry

Monday (3)

I had a thought.

Morning walk

Stepping out into a icing suger day Rainbow pastel sky Frosted rooftops Crystalised grass Bathed in pink and golden light Scenery changes from Lowery to a Turner I dream of my Yorkshire home

Tree

Silent spectator in ghostly light The cold morning wakes you softly Stirring from sleep Leaving the solitude of night behind The same but ever changing Silouetted against a dove grey sky

Clemence the Penguin -a quick poem for my class!

Clemence the Penguin There’s a penguin that lives on my street. His name is Clemence and he has waddle feet. No one can see him, only me He’s just put up his Christmas tree

MILK THE COW

udderly true

Snowfall,pitfall and birds

Birds of a feather flock together. This is mostly true though as far as I know birds of prey don't flock together.This is a reflection. I reflect. I think. I ponder. If you are so inclined your victim is not a communal offering. It is someone you pick out for yourself. Though the victim may be a group- you, the individual, pick it-the group- out to suit/match your invention.Being a victim means being subject to abuse. You are the prey- food for...

Monday (2)

I laboured through the day.

Folk

Folk uplifts ones mind and soul with the simple melodies, musical poetry. From the acoustics to the banjo twang and earthy bass coupled with voice and strings.

Amber Glow

Gazing through the glass panes of a window across the frost stained fields a ‘yonder like, a freshly powder christmas cake- the metaphor of

ABCtales London Evening Tuesday December 11th

Hi folks,

It's upon us - do get along to upstairs at the Wheatsheaf in London's Rathbone Place on Tuesday night if you possibly can. We've got a great set of readers and it promises to be a wonderful evening - but it is always better if we get a good crowd along.

Full details are here:

http://www.abctales.com/node/635424

I look forward to seeing as many of you as possible!
We start prompt at 7 p.m. but latecomers are always welcome.

Regards and a merry Christmas to you all,

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