An untold story;
a gift of love? or maybe
an apology.
by Scooj
A bicycle I saw exactly a year ago on a street in Bristol.
Relic from Earth’s youth
bathing in afternoon sun.
Fleeting adulthood.
by Scooj
Deer in open fields
scamper away for cover
when iron thunder comes.
by Scooj
Am I alone in
being incensed by human
excrement on rails?
by Scooj
Floret furnaces
laid out in regular rows
bursting with pollen.
by Scooj
Here my breathing slows
until no air passes through;
place and mind are one.
by Scooj
I sat in this overgrown corner of my allotment doing a butterfly survey this afternoon. My heart rate slowed and I caught myself not even breathing. So calm and peaceful.
Such vibrant colour
lost in verdant foliage;
perfect camouflage.
by Scooj
A mermaid and fawn;
resident grotesques adorn
this sheltered housing
by Scooj
Three ladies in black;
has the Summer come to this?
or did someone die?
By Scooj