We are connected,
you and I, through another’s
love of Africa.
by Scooj
We are connected,
you and I, through another’s
love of Africa.
by Scooj
At the world’s end we
shall meet again my dear. I
have missed you so much.
by Scooj
Blind from the sun’s kiss,
a sweet inconvenience
of Winter’s orbit.
by Scooj
Irresistable;
knock down advent calendar
with marzipan treats.
by greedy Scooj
Mysterious soup
frothing for billenia,
thanks for making me.
by Scooj
Making pancakes for
breakfast is ultimately
so unrewarding.
by Scooj
Presumed holiday,
so I assumed I might rest;
d’oh! utterly wrong.
by Scooj
Bristol’s Isembard
opened up the gateway to
trading with the world.
by Scooj
Still flowering, a
Serbian bellflower coats
the front garden wall.
by Scooj
Unloved posessions
and accumulated junk;
a Christmas chuck-out.
by Scooj