Friday, 18 May 2012
Caught in the Web now out in Paperback
Finally you will be able to purchase my novel in paperback. I hope that you enjoy this. I am still busy working on the next one...
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Your Li'l Alice
This one's for Alice's Birthday Today:
Your Li’l Alice
Your little girl who’s twenty-one tomorrow
Roars off in her car with a glint in her eye
As you gaze back down the winding road of her life
Tears push themselves over your eyelids
And your heart swells with pride -
You recall the times, some hard, yet so easy
Like pictures flit through your mind -
The first cry, the first smile,
Those first few tottering steps -
A flash of willful temper
Eased by her laugh and her
Wet baby’s kiss -
The light in her eyes when Daddy comes home,
Chubby hands reaching towards you -
You melt at the memory.
The years have flown -
You recall her first school day,
The many school plays,
Naughty days,
Meeting with the teachers - all much the same,
Hardly easy
As your little girl makes her mark on the world -
Stubborn and brave,
Unique,
Rebellious -
Determined to fit into no-one else’s mould.
On the verge of womanhood you were there for her
Fighting her corner
Defending her from the world
Even as you watched her stumble through teen years of vodka
Spewing forth on the pavements of the City
And you nursed her through her first hangover -
Or waited with bated breath for her to come home -
She always did, as your love for her sent Guardian Angels
Wherever she went.
She sits on her pony now -
Disciplined and proud.
You wonder where the years have gone
You wonder what her tomorrow will be -
Yet knowing that your love will keep her
Firmly on her path -
Your courage embedded deep within her
Whatever the years may throw her way -
Just know she’ll never lose that part of her
That’s you.
Ode to a Leaf
Your green veins stand out against your skin
So fragile -
Your green juice within.
The wind blows hard
But you hold on tight
As your sisters flutter around you.
Raindrops nourish you,
Sunshine nurturing.
You shade me from the glare
With your beauty as I stare
Towards the sky
High
Above you clouds sit
Like wooly hats above your head.
Still you remain all the days of the summer -
Then as you grow older
Somehow your veins change to golden hue.
No longer needed to shade the sun
You fly away -
Chasing your sisters into a mulch
And nourish the Earth's new growth.
So fragile -
Your green juice within.
The wind blows hard
But you hold on tight
As your sisters flutter around you.
Raindrops nourish you,
Sunshine nurturing.
You shade me from the glare
With your beauty as I stare
Towards the sky
High
Above you clouds sit
Like wooly hats above your head.
Still you remain all the days of the summer -
Then as you grow older
Somehow your veins change to golden hue.
No longer needed to shade the sun
You fly away -
Chasing your sisters into a mulch
And nourish the Earth's new growth.
Monday, 14 May 2012
Photos of Southwick Walk
After the wonderful walk on Saturday I wondered if you'd all like to see some of the pictures I took around Southwick Estate. This is more of an experiment really as I haven't posted any photos on here before. So hope it works
| 3 Men on a Bummel? |
| Helpful Ladies |
| Walking the Dog |
| Can't keep up with you lot! |
| Bluebell Woods |
| Oak Before Ash - in for a Splash? |
| Where are we on the map? |
| Yes, more bluebells |
| Bluebells and sunshine - lovely! |
| And even more bluebells |
| Uphill homewards |
| Trees beside the old Southwick Road |
| Nearly home now |
| Catching up on gossip - two old nursing friends. |
| Southwick Post Office Tea Rooms |

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| A well-earned cuppa |
| The Golden Lion |
| Yes, there were quite a lot of Bluebells |
| Dead trees in the bog |
| The Monster on the Hill |
| Lots of logs |
Open Mic' Night
"Mind the step"
Said the sign
Above the whine
of the music.
"I prefer," she said sweetly,
Her words dripping
Acid drops of spite,
"Country and Western -
It's so much better'n -
Lively."
Naively -
Sitting in the flour-dredged
Smoke-filtered bar
Wondering how far
You'd come to savour
The flavour
Of Air Drums
And Pot Plant songs,
When the man on the stage
Opened his mouth and
What fell out?
No, not his soul
But only a very pink
Tongue-like raffle ticket.
I asked you why -
And your reply?
"I only came out
For the cat food."
Said the sign
Above the whine
of the music.
"I prefer," she said sweetly,
Her words dripping
Acid drops of spite,
"Country and Western -
It's so much better'n -
Lively."
Naively -
Sitting in the flour-dredged
Smoke-filtered bar
Wondering how far
You'd come to savour
The flavour
Of Air Drums
And Pot Plant songs,
When the man on the stage
Opened his mouth and
What fell out?
No, not his soul
But only a very pink
Tongue-like raffle ticket.
I asked you why -
And your reply?
"I only came out
For the cat food."
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