The Writing is On the Wall

I wrote this second draft of what became a story opening following a week of online teaching at the beginning of a Spring term that at the last minute found itself online.  The children had been given a copy of Little Red Riding Hood from Philip Pullman’s Grimm Tales...

Just One More Game

The kids are gone to bed Finally, peace at last I tap the app and wait Just one more game. The small hand points to the ceiling there's a quiet creek from upstairs I wait in the lobby Just one more game. The small hand is horizontal My wife will kill me when she sees...

Stop!!

Why do things get stuck in your head Stuck in your head Stuck in your head Why do things get stuck in your head Stuck in your head Stuck in your head Why do things get stuck in your shoe Stuck in a tree Stuck in the loo, Why do things get stuck in your teeth Stuck in...

HillWalker

Like a swarm of wasps, a black brooding cloud amassing on the horizon, their drone getting louder and louder until it’s just noise and difficult to pick out any individual sound, the news is on the background, voices droning on and on; carrying with them a sense of...

I Am Grateful

This afternoon, I am grateful to have been inspired by HillWalker’s gratitude poem on #WritersByNight to sit down with a cup of tea and write a poem about gratitude. I am grateful for this cup of tea: My indifference to the decaf teabag, a painless transition. Fresh...

The Table

The Table (Response to a poem by Edip Cansever) A woman full of fear came home She put her bag on the table Put her pen and her notebook there She put her phone there And the Radio Times On the table she put all the things that were dear to her Photos of her family...

Regardless of God

It was time to head back home. The walk with the kids at the nature reserve had been a little respite. Beautiful trees and birds, a change from lockdown telly and squabbles as we traipsed through the forest in search of a stone statue of a Green Knight which was...

Rwy’n Gartref

A poem written during the covid 19 lockdown when I was unable to visit my elderly, vulnerable parents and my childhood home. Imagining the day that I would be able to make that journey and shout 'Rwy'n Gartfef!' (I'm Home!) as I walked through the front door. Taking...

Sellotape

There is so much writing inspiration to be found in the everyday; things that lie doormat until one day they become useful in our writing lives. This morning on Twitter, Mathew Tobin shared a carefully crafted sign his five-year-old son had made: Warning.  The sign...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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