This is a poem about a small wooded area on Dartmoor, that is both ancient and otherworldly, like a secret to be told. Troubled cobwebs blown away in...
Out here where unharmed emotions spill, peace fills the mind lingering midst days of richness gathered, like soothing reveals golden sunset devouring...
Your memory brought back my own. We were living in a condemned cottage that was to be pulled down in about 62 or 63, but my dad managed to get a better paid job, with enough money for a morgage, otherwise we'd have been moved in to a flat too....
An astute poem, that's very relevant at the moment, if we don't want a water shortage this summer. Perhaps we should all do a rain dance in our gardens.
You brought back my own recollections with your recalling the hall. We did country dancing too, though I hated P. E. as we called it back in the 1960s, and could never climb the ropes. I do remember assembly and Mr Jones our music teacher playing...
I thought this was such a tragic state of affairs in a frightening, despairing life. I was once on the streets just for one night back in the 1980s, it was the coldest, longest night I've ever experienced, because It's hard to know who to trust...
Being in my early 70s now, I can relate to this poem, although a female, I was certainly a wild child and a big drinker through my 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s. But now I no longer touch the lager, beer or wine and don't miss it.
This is such a wonderful acknowlegement to your mum. She looks about the same age as my mum in 1965, and I can understand how you feel, as woman now in her early 70s, I so miss my mum even though she died so long ago.
Hi Jess,
Posted on Sat, 24 May 2025
Hi Jess,
a developing chain of haunting events that lead to strange happenings.
This is my kind of story and the ending was brilliant.
Congrats on the well deserved gold cherries.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in The Museum
Your memory brought back my
Posted on Fri, 23 May 2025
Your memory brought back my own. We were living in a condemned cottage that was to be pulled down in about 62 or 63, but my dad managed to get a better paid job, with enough money for a morgage, otherwise we'd have been moved in to a flat too....
Read full commentPosted in 10 Life Lessons. Number 8.
An astute poem, that's very
Posted on Fri, 23 May 2025
An astute poem, that's very relevant at the moment, if we don't want a water shortage this summer. Perhaps we should all do a rain dance in our gardens.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Dry Season
You brought back my own
Posted on Wed, 21 May 2025
You brought back my own recollections with your recalling the hall. We did country dancing too, though I hated P. E. as we called it back in the 1960s, and could never climb the ropes. I do remember assembly and Mr Jones our music teacher playing...
Read full commentPosted in 10 Life Lessons. Number 6.
I thought this was such a
Posted on Tue, 20 May 2025
I thought this was such a tragic state of affairs in a frightening, despairing life. I was once on the streets just for one night back in the 1980s, it was the coldest, longest night I've ever experienced, because It's hard to know who to trust...
Read full commentPosted in She Sleeps
Being in my early 70s now, I
Posted on Mon, 19 May 2025
Being in my early 70s now, I can relate to this poem, although a female, I was certainly a wild child and a big drinker through my 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s. But now I no longer touch the lager, beer or wine and don't miss it.
Your poem...
Read full commentPosted in Standing , Still
This is such a wonderful
Posted on Mon, 19 May 2025
This is such a wonderful acknowlegement to your mum. She looks about the same age as my mum in 1965, and I can understand how you feel, as woman now in her early 70s, I so miss my mum even though she died so long ago.
I agree about...
Read full commentPosted in Counting Sleep
Oh dear! It sounds like there
Posted on Sat, 17 May 2025
Oh dear! It sounds like there's trouble ahead. I wonder what the Sergeant wants! Will look forward to finding out with anticipation.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Grave (Episode 10 - The Further Chronicles of a Young Lady (and her Maid))
I really loved this poem.
Posted on Fri, 16 May 2025
I really loved this poem. What a great idea to keep hold of the suitcases, turning them into cherished cases for toys.
The photo shows you have an artistic eye too.
Very much enjoyed reading.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Without Wheels
It's already been said Jane.
Posted on Fri, 16 May 2025
It's already been said Jane. You've come up with another great imaginative story.
Jenny.
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