Finding my mojo
is taking quite a long time,
I must nurture it.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Roe deer
Two innocent fawns
break cover in the lane, sweet
and vulnerable.
by Scooj
Cornish air
It’s the Cornish air
grandma used to say, that’s why
I sleep like a log.
by Scooj
Clearance
.
It isn’t easy
sifting through another’s life;
once loved, discarded.
.
by Scooj
Exeter Racecourse
.
Swallows hug the turf
darting with great precision
past rails and fences.
.
by Scooj
Girl with a pierced eardrum
Serenely you gaze
across the floating harbour
when you catch my eye.
by Scooj
Photograph taken with a compact zoom from the other side of the floating harbour. Street art by Banksy.
It really has been rather lovely weather
.
When it rains again
we’ll forget these sunny days;
fickle memory.
.
by Scooj
Sunday tea time
.
Winding down, take five,
time out from a busy day;
cup of tea, bench, sun.
.
by Scooj
Fledgling fodder
.
A convulsing mass
of tiny caterpillars;
great peril awaits.
.
by Scooj
Clothes moths
Unwelcome hatch of
malevolent marauders
chomping through my clothes.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 