Blank

I haven’t written a poem in ages. My pen sticks to sketching, My words have gone dark. I’ve not been rhyming I’ve not written ditties. It’s brush strokes these days that I work.  Perhaps I have hoisted myself from the depths I really don’t know why I’ve stopped. I think it’s a temporary, interim thing…

Round to it

A pictorial summary – there’s quite a lot going on but I’ve had root canal work today so in not at my most vivacious. Photos will speak for me today. Here we have: An embryonic crochet snail Some cakes for Elders French class (red, white and blue icing) A prototype simple shift dress based on…