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
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
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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
I’ve struggled at times to articulate
the science of matters particulate
quantum physics is not
a pursuit that I’ve got
any time for or wish to consolidate.
by Scooj
That’s enough limericks for a while.
Once when visiting Dorset
I tried on a very tight corset
when my heart missed a beat
and the blood left my feet
I untied, and by God had to force it.
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