Cherry

The stranger at our table-Part Two

You used to shout at me like thunder. Now you just attack me with a look. You watch me black and blue. When the milk is cold or when there aren't enough Oates in your porridge.
Cherry

Cut and Shut

Doom and gloom
Cherry

Postcard Home

how it came undone... that knitted swimsuit I wore

The Legend Of The Old And Wise Blue Tit. Part One. The Bedtime Story.

“They say it happened many years ago, before you were born. Before I was even born, imagine that!
Cherry

A POEM ALPHABETICALLY? (I.P.)

A poem alphabetically? Boy that’s tough said I, Can such a thing be written? Dare I even try?
Cherry

I'm a painter not a writer

I'm a painter not a writer an artisan art-maker splat-splashing my concoctions Pollock-like big and bigger.. See my multi-coloured multi-layered landscaped mindscaped pebble-dashed
Cherry

Vapour Trails

The heart is not for logic made...

Jennifer Jane meets the North wind 3/3

"That Lieutenant Moonshine must have been watching in her crystal ball," said Jennifer Jane, "so I suppose this is where the North Wind lives." "Of course it is," whispered a voice.

Jennifer Jane meets the North wind 2/3

Well, Jennifer Jane was most interested, as you may imagine. Something wrong with the steam whistle that Barnacle Bill was so proud of?

Jennifer Jane meets the North wind 1/3

Barnacle Bill was having a lovely time. He was busy showing somebody round his beautiful new paddle steamer, which was something he always enjoyed doing.

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