Pocket handkerchief
lawns attended to in this
first weekend of sun.
by Scooj
Pocket handkerchief
lawns attended to in this
first weekend of sun.
by Scooj
Workers given leave
to return to their ‘mother’
parishes today.
by Scooj
Happy Mother’s Day.
To be seen to be
doing is anathema
to me. Just do it.
by Scooj
Confronting my fears
what’s the worst that can happen?
I don’t want to know.
by Scooj
Satisfying day
knowing you have made the world
just that bit better.
by Scooj
Is there no limit
to the embedded hatred
for one another?
by Scooj
During my recent six-month secondment I walked past the scene of today’s attack twice a day. It all feels very real.
Spring blossom wakes us
from our long Winter slumber;
invigorating.
by Scooj
A life story scrawled
on a piece of old cardboard
entreats compassion.
by Scooj
Italophilic
pudding, with acknowledgement
to bread and butter.
by Scooj
That delicious calm;
shallow breaths, stillness, silence
fleeting contentment.
by Scooj