Grey plaster-dust clouds
meander throughout the house;
choking atmosphere.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Dethroned
The smallest room yields
to the expanding kitchen;
more home improvements.
by Scooj.
Painting the ceiling
Why don’t we simply
pay for a professional
to suffer for us?
by Scooj
Walk
On my own
walking Bristol streets
on tired legs
this cold day
blowing away the cobwebs
shaking off the blues.
by Scooj
Split
Nation divided
by weather and politics;
flood, drought and Brexit.
by Scooj
Hail
At first a gentle
plink plink tapping the windows,
then the crescendo.
by Scooj
Love and respect
.
The workshop
was where we spent time
away from
all others;
my grandpa the carpenter
I the observer.
.
by Scooj
Dad joke
.
Last words to colleagues –
‘armageddon outta here’;
pained groans and laughter.
.
by Scooj
Context is all – the office conversation as I was packing up to leave was about the terrible and declining state of the world, of everything.
The wall
Those days can happen,
when you don’t know what to do
when you hit the wall.
by Scooj
League
.
In the sun
the boys play football
the sky blues
play at home
against the claret and blues;
Sunday league football.
.
by Scooj
My first shadorma.
Natural adventures 