Critic

 

Unremarkable

devoid of any talent;

I’ll write about it.

 

by Scooj

Churchyard

 

Eighteen crows skulking

laboured hops on misty ground;

they’re up to no good.

 

by Scooj

Final push

 

One last shopping trip

to find that something special

for my special one.

 

by Scooj

Low cloud

 

Bathing in dull grey

high moods struggle to muster

the week drags slowly.

 

by Scooj

Fresh coat

 

Early morning start

escape the grips of weekend

decorating chores.

 

by Scooj

Break

 

Sacred ten minutes

a cup of tea and biscuits

…on to the next job.

 

by Scooj

Wet

 

Needed not wanted

rain falls continuously

from Atlantic fronts.

 

by Scooj

Dawn

 

The winter sun peeps

over the cold horizon;

silver-dusted land.

 

by Scooj

Imagined advice

.

And in time your heart

will heal, life will carry on;

oh…and what great times.

.

by Scooj