These constant grey skies
suck away every ounce
of inspiration.
by Scooj
These constant grey skies
suck away every ounce
of inspiration.
by Scooj
Crows on College Green
caw amidst the roar of the
City-bound busses.
by Scooj
.
How the blossom lies
with its smallest hint of Spring
tricking and teasing.
.
by Scooj
Reward for housework
got to watch the football, wish
I hadn’t bothered.
by Scooj
On a Vangelis
binge with Chariots of Fire
and Ford’s Bladerunner.
by Scooj
Completely burned out
and abandoned with no one
left to care for you.
by Scooj
Trees and hedges clipped
nowhere for the birds to perch
miss the joy they bring.
by Scooj
Phrase from my daughter
‘eye bogies’ had me laughing
I called them ‘sand men’.
by Scooj
My eyes are no good,
my ears are no good; at least
I know who I am.
by Scooj
.
Boathouse reflected
in the perfect stillness of
the Bristol Avon.
.
by Scooj