Raining in Bemmie
and the crowds may diminish
but not the spirit.
by Scooj
Raining in Bemmie
and the crowds may diminish
but not the spirit.
by Scooj
Street artists converge
on Bristol for a few days,
painting the town red.
by Scooj
In the cool thin air
apple moons laid out to dry;
Autumn provisions
by Scooj
Rotting food street smells
my walk to work polluted;
reality check.
by Scooj
Crossing the divide
where glacial meltwater
cuts ever seawards.
by Scooj
Difficult to build,
to maintain requires effort,
so easy to lose.
by Scooj
Still for a moment,
frenetic journey frozen;
an angel in blue.
by Scooj
Through the mist of time
thoughts of you evaporate
into the ether.
by Scooj
Need to book eye test;
wish they’d call it a check up
I don’t like failing.
by Scooj
The angry young man
is healthy and vibrant in
this old man’s body.
by Scooj