Is it time for tea?
Sandwiches and cakes on a
sunny afternoon.
by Scooj
Is it time for tea?
Sandwiches and cakes on a
sunny afternoon.
by Scooj
There is no pleasure
in stripping wallpaper off;
Only awful mess.
by Scooj
Wiley visitor,
a young fox surveys its patch;
cat is not amused.
by Scooj
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn
I love you more than J.B.
could have imagined.
by Scooj
With thanks to, and total admiration for John Betjeman and A Subalterns Love Song
My mind’s eye wanders
from mortal bondage and pain
to heavenly bliss.
by Scooj
Hunched and replete
while Old Father Thames glides by;
enough fish today.
by Scooj
Early start today;
up to London for a show,
a holiday treat.
by Scooj
It is easier,
and often so much more fun,
to obscure the rules.
by Scooj
I can’t dig with my
pen as Seamus does with his.
I’ll dig potatoes.
by Scooj
Inspired by Seamus Heaney’s beautiful poem ‘Digging’ which I read as a child. I love the metaphor. I love the poem.