Tag: Poetry

The truth about child rearing

 

Making pancakes for

breakfast is ultimately

so unrewarding.

 

by Scooj

Painting (and not for pleasure)

 

Presumed holiday,

so I assumed I might rest;

d’oh! utterly wrong.

 

by Scooj

SS. Great Britain

 

Bristol’s Isembard

opened up the gateway to

trading with the world.

 

by Scooj

Confused

 

Still flowering, a

Serbian bellflower coats

the front garden wall.

 

by Scooj

Holiday tip trip (or more correctly, recycling centre)

 

Unloved posessions

and accumulated junk;

a Christmas chuck-out.

 

by Scooj

Climate change

 

More extreme weather

more frequently is what the

experts predicted.

 

by Scooj

Sales

 

Shopping at the Mall

fills me with a cold dread when

hunting for bargains.

 

by Scooj

Last day at work

 

I’m soaked to the skin;

damp clothes release that dank smell.

I want to go home.

 

by Scooj

Church of fairies

 

Moment of magic;

unseen doors appear for a

small congregation.

 

by Scooj

 

  • I saw this little doorway this morning. I love it when creative people do things like this. Heartwarming.

AFC 2 – MCFC 1

 

We score, the crowd roars;

behind, ‘potty-mouth’ curses

for the entire game.

 

by Scooj