Wonderful music;
accordion and fiddle
bringing folk alive.
by Scooj.
Wonderful music;
accordion and fiddle
bringing folk alive.
by Scooj.
Pale civil servants
wearing tired suits and faces;
austerity’s grip.
by Scooj
Driving through driving
rain, hurtling along the
M4 to London.
by Scooj
As fireworks paint the
night sky, we celebrate Guy’s
failed shenanigans.
by Scooj
Faded memories
of innocents; I weep with
the passing of time.
by Scooj
Hunched and replete
while Old Father Thames glides by;
enough fish today.
by Scooj
Early start today;
up to London for a show,
a holiday treat.
by Scooj
Deer in open fields
scamper away for cover
when iron thunder comes.
by Scooj
Sprinklers chattering;
a secluded London park.
Peace…pre-interview
By Scooj