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  • On being a fish

    On being a fish

    I have no recollection Of this wonderful collection Of colour flashing past me. As a fish, It’s all new – as Memory cells are few And I forget… But, forgive me… Who are you? Repeat ad nauseum.

  • Carded

    Carded

    Well, here we are almost halfway through April, NaPoWriiMo and I am by the sea flaking out after a late night at an Adam Ant gig. how old do you feel do you wear a high heel? do you enjoy your food when you eat? do you live to capacity and have the audacity to…

  • Cracking

    Cracking

    Once upon a time, in the world where poems rhyme and things work out all the time just fine, there was a girl who knew that things do fall askew Do not fit. One bit. Her friends went to balls Wore their shoes Went on dancing In halls of mirrors, used To boost the numbers…

  • Lucky dip

    Lucky dip

    A busy day thus far….a successful craft show where I sold a quilt (thanks Dilly), a load of blocks and some vintage books. I also saw some good friends too. Financially good but emotionally better. How lovely to meet fellow quilt nuts and feel among friends when admitting to stroking my quilts and not wanting…

  • Stop sign

    Stop sign

    Tonight I find I just can’t find The words That rhyme My way. I must accept. And so reflect Perhaps it’s not my day.