A fleeting moment
of blue interrupts standard
British Summer grey.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Leaf cutter bee
Solitary bee
navigating to and fro;
busy nestbuilding.
by Scooj
4pm
Is it time for tea?
Sandwiches and cakes on a
sunny afternoon.
by Scooj
Fossil
Hidden in the sand
an ancient artefact bides;
Eocene shark tooth.
by Scooj
Fossil hunting in Bracklesham Bay is a passion of mine.
D.I.Y.
There is no pleasure
in stripping wallpaper off;
Only awful mess.
by Scooj
Fox
Wiley visitor,
a young fox surveys its patch;
cat is not amused.
by Scooj
Love song
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn
I love you more than J.B.
could have imagined.
by Scooj
With thanks to, and total admiration for John Betjeman and A Subalterns Love Song
Being
My mind’s eye wanders
from mortal bondage and pain
to heavenly bliss.
by Scooj
Between my finger and my thumb
I can’t dig with my
pen as Seamus does with his.
I’ll dig potatoes.
by Scooj
Inspired by Seamus Heaney’s beautiful poem ‘Digging’ which I read as a child. I love the metaphor. I love the poem.
Second Division
Day in Birmingham,
‘Venice’ of middle England.
Canals, not beauty.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 