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A Victorian Lady's Memoirs
This is complete fiction and has no connection to anyone, apart from mentioning death of Queen Victoria. The story takes place in Bishops Park near...
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Facing Adversary A Medieval Winter
Turning back to face gale swept land, touching weather beaten skin, more tired nowadays; how effortlessly heart in untamed mountains feels nothing...
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On Godrevy Beach
Dear diary... I remember unbroken crashing sound...as I waded out to sea, leaning forward on my body board, anticipating imminent swell, ideal wave...
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Triumphant Folly In The Park
My Thoughts Dear diary... Embodiment of esteemed antiquity delivered through energetic spring; dappled light emerges in resolution where trembling...
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More Than We Bargained For
Dear diary...one summer afternoon in 1963 me, also three friends set out with sandwiches, crisps, and bottles of coke a cola. We were to go further...
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Great fun poem for the I P
Posted on Mon, 16 Sep 2019
Great fun poem for the I P Rhiannon. I'm sure a lot of very young children would love to hear this read to them.
Put a smile on my face. ...
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A great poem of awareness of
Posted on Sat, 07 Sep 2019
A great poem of awareness of what's going on around you. I like how you give it a certain rhythm too, could hear it being read aloud.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Riverine reflection
Hi onemorething,
Posted on Wed, 31 Jul 2019
Hi onemorething,
can't believe I missed this beauty of a poem. As you say the migration of these butterflies has left me stunned at just how many I've seen in our garden. Just walking down the path they seem to be all around, though I have...
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Oh! My goodness Rhiannon,
Posted on Tue, 07 May 2019
Oh! My goodness Rhiannon, this is absolutely beautiful and gives all the senses a treat. Just love those photos too.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Arrival – Evening Wander
Hi Penny,
Posted on Fri, 03 May 2019
Hi Penny,
I could visulize the scene like I was watching it happen, always a sign of an excellent writer. The bitter cold came across so well too.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in 1944 (12miles south of Spa Belgium)
Hi Penny,
Posted on Tue, 30 Apr 2019
Hi Penny,
you make such a valid point in your poem and bring my own memories back. My mum used to make melt in the mouth swiss cakes and never used a recipe book, so now I can only enjoy the memory because there's no recipe to follow and I...
Read full commentPosted in Toss in a pinch of love
Thank you for sharing your
Posted on Wed, 27 Feb 2019
Thank you for sharing your memory. I'm about your age and have similar memories of my own. When at school I was always in the lower class due to being very slow at learning. But I also like you have achieved much in my life and feel proud as you...
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Such amazing descriptions in
Posted on Wed, 20 Feb 2019
Such amazing descriptions in this piece Rhiannon. I can't pick out a favourite part, as the whole poem is perfect.
Very much enjoyed reading.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in The fruit of the elm
You're so right about music
Posted on Tue, 29 Jan 2019
You're so right about music taking you back Jane, I experience so many memories with music and scents too.
I remember being at a house party back in the early 70s and feeling very depressed because everyone was with a partner except me....
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Hi Jane,
Posted on Fri, 11 Jan 2019
Hi Jane,
i cannot believe I missed this masterpiece.
Those lines:-
In searching we cast aside gems, dulled by the swell of life,
we're blind to their shine.
Made me think of just how many poems I might of...
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