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To travel back in time To change what has been done To alter the course of history Make it tell a different story But who dares foretell the events that follow upon that alteration? Would that story be better? Woe, … Continue reading
What is this place he’s shown me? A folly. Shown to me, why? For my folly in loving him? I turn away that he won’t see the hurt in me With gentle hands, he turns me around You have it … Continue reading
You remember that show From years ago On British TV What a nonsense spree Jamie, Jamie, he really was zany All cockamamie with his magic torch Whizzing down worm-holes Into weird and fuzzy other dimensions All done for children To … Continue reading
The old man ambled along the road Gnarled as the oaks he was passing A much-patched backpack hooked over his shoulders Shoulders already askew from the hump of his back He saw the shoe Looked down at his feet Oh, … Continue reading
I was happy I was Alone I didn’t need anyone Until that virus caused lockdown What you cannot have, you desperately want I couldn’t have touches And hugs And kisses He knew that He played on it Said the words … Continue reading
Summer spent in tweeting Chatting, texting, hot-DMing Work outstanding shifted aside A summer of fun I’ll not deny But autumn brings deadlines Reminds me what I’m supposed to be doing Time to work, to rectify 35 words written for Sammi’s … Continue reading
I stand upon the shore Content the endless sea That kisses my toes Is kissing your toes too 18 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Endless
Welcome to Upton Fairy Tours A guide to what lies behind our garden doors Here you’ll find the fairies’ myriad houses Terraced like yours and bought at a bargain Here you’ll find their colourful gardens Full of flowers, fragrant to … Continue reading
His name was Noah A bit of a bore He bought an old boat That didn’t float He patched it, caulked it and sealed it But up got the wind, waves driven before it Which then did steal it. Alas.