As the lights go out
and colleagues head for their homes
I remain and write.
by Scooj
As the lights go out
and colleagues head for their homes
I remain and write.
by Scooj
A letter addressed
with ‘to whom it may concern’
is wasted on me.
by Scooj
Ancient limestone rock
scoured by ceaseless storms and surf
and where a perfect
bowl is carved by swirling stones
a gift, a pool filled with life.
by Scooj
.
Here we are again
Sunday routine of pancakes
then off to netball.
.
by Scooj
Forever outside
discovering worlds under
every upturned stone.
by Scooj
Humpty Dumpty good
old egg, fell off the wall and
broke his leg…dear chap.
by Scooj
I’m not good at change;
institutionalised and
too set in my ways.
by Scooj
The journey begins,
braced for a white-knuckle ride
we’re all wing-walkers
by Scooj
Now I’m motoring
got the bit between my teeth
nothing can stop me.
by Scooj
A long time ago
the Bracklesham deposits
were laid down to rest.
by Scooj