Twin rod tips watched with
dedication and fragile
anticipation.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Stinking
Summer’s sickly stench
skulks in side streets all set to
assault my senses.
by Scooj
Last days…
The deceitful sun
warms my back just enough to
keep chill winds at bay.
by Scooj
In the lap of the Gods
Where did it all go?
Youth, enthusiasm and
immortality.
by Scooj
Poldark
Wretched Warleggan
not a decent bone in his
body; a scoundrel.
by Scooj
– apologies for all the Cornwall haikus at the moment. Still under the influence of holiday.
Wheal Coates
For generations
children have dropped stones down the
shaft; a distant ‘plop’.
by Scooj
Shoreditch
Strolling through Shoreditch
shutter working overtime
utterly vibrant.
by Scooj
First day
Dawning of a new
era; so beautiful in
her school uniform.
by Scooj
Lobster pots
Newquay harbour wall
where untidy heaps of pots
are left out to dry.
by Scooj
Bicycle
Idyllic cottage
where I learned to ride a bike
never forgotten.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 