Wretched Warleggan
not a decent bone in his
body; a scoundrel.
by Scooj
– apologies for all the Cornwall haikus at the moment. Still under the influence of holiday.
Wretched Warleggan
not a decent bone in his
body; a scoundrel.
by Scooj
– apologies for all the Cornwall haikus at the moment. Still under the influence of holiday.
For generations
children have dropped stones down the
shaft; a distant ‘plop’.
by Scooj
Strolling through Shoreditch
shutter working overtime
utterly vibrant.
by Scooj
Dawning of a new
era; so beautiful in
her school uniform.
by Scooj
Newquay harbour wall
where untidy heaps of pots
are left out to dry.
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No more packed lunches
thank heavens; reclaiming time
lost from our mornings.
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Idyllic cottage
where I learned to ride a bike
never forgotten.
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Cornish skies, deep blue.
Ocean reflected, absorbed;
waves of clouds breaking.
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We four together
on a wave – mum, daughter, son.
dad; it’s a keeper!
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The happiest day
spending time together on
the rocks in the sun.
by Scooj