Marriage Lines: a celebration

Today my husband and I clocked up forty seven years of marriage. We’ve been together just sixteen weeks longer than that.Yes, that was fast going, and no, I wasn’t pregnant! To celebrate thirty three years together I wrote a poem – a bit of fun but based on the loose facts. I’d like to shareContinue reading “Marriage Lines: a celebration”

World Book Day 2020

Around 100 countries celebrate World Book Day and Thursday 5th March is World Book Day in the United Kingdom and Ireland; other countries celebrate on 23rd April. It was originally organised by UNESCO in 1995 to promote reading, as well as publishing and copyright, and has certainly stood the test of time. Booksellers hold promotionsContinue reading “World Book Day 2020”

Colours of Me: a poem

I have spent much time recently working on jewellery projects. It relaxes me and recharges flagging batteries. My latest design was a rainbow-hued bracelet that features an artist’s palette. I got thinking about myself and the colours that reflect who I am. Unique palette, colours of me, Passions in red – creativity; Deep pool visions,Continue reading “Colours of Me: a poem”

In Transit: a love poem

Alone this night airport near deserted, waiting, waiting the announcement to board. Bored? No. Mind still working. The tannoy pings – paging Awatarna – unknown name in an unknown voice underlines I am a foreigner here. Transitory hours killed in unknown shops with reassuring names; but I am misplaced, in transit between worlds that shapeContinue reading “In Transit: a love poem”

Quarantine: a word hitting the headlines at the moment

Quarantine is not a word that we want to hear as it usually denotes a situation that is, albeit temporary, a medical emergency with an uncertain future. Widespread diseases that have given rise to decisions that quarantine is the only option have occurred throughout history. It is generally recognised as a given period of time whenContinue reading “Quarantine: a word hitting the headlines at the moment”

Sarah’s Stand: a story

The doorbell rang. Sarah emptied her glass and placed it by the opened Beaujolais and second wine glass. Her dress was the colour of wet slates, the colour of her mood she thought as she walked to the door.‘Come in, Stuart,’ she said, radiating a smile that never touched her eyes. Stuart stepped into theContinue reading “Sarah’s Stand: a story”