Tag: Poetry

Scorched

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From the charred remains

green shoots will quickly emerge

the gorse will return. 

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by Scooj

Cornwall holiday

 

In my idle mind

I’ve already departed

and am on my way.

 

by Scooj

High Flyer

 

Reaching for the stars

is as much as minions

can ever hope for.

 

by Scooj

 

Evening drift

 

Evening silence

interrupted only by

the roar of burners.

 

by Scooj

 

  • last evening flight of the Bristol Balloon Fiesta 2017

Rot

 

On the forest fringe

long decayed woody debris;

foundation for life.

 

by Scooj

Wedding

.

No church bells ring here

joined in civil partnership

their happiest day. 

.

by Scooj

Truth and reconciliation

 

Soon the storm will pass

and the blue skies will return

then we will have peace.

 

by Scooj

Money spider

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From the corner of 

my eye, I spied a spider

dangling from my hair. 

.

by Scooj

Screen shot

 

Bright white stripes disrupt

flat screen technology; sun

peeping through the blinds.

 

by Scooj

Elusive

 

Just a fleeting glimpse;

hare’s legs and undulating

weasel teasing me.

 

by Scooj