Outside it is wet, dull and cold. Not freezing cold, but the sort of cold that gets damply into your bones. It’s the sort of cold that makes you want to curl up in front of a fire and read. Hibernating weather. Continue reading “Weather or not”
Tag: Poetry
Baton haiku
The term, ‘baton haiku’ has been proposed by my cyber-friend Isobel and a very fine idea it is too.
The idea, put simply, is this: one haiku sparks another, in a sort of chain reaction. Continue reading “Baton haiku”
Experiment
No Hockey Today
1970’s KGH
Across the sports-hall floor
in aertex blue shirts
short, navy gym-skirts
and sugar bag pants
all girls together, we dance.
We change from Scottish Reel and dozy doe
to Waltzing and quick- quick- slow
us tall girls reluctant as men
holding our partner just ‘so’
giggling and treading on their toes.
Pull yourselves together, girls, says Mrs G
or it’s hockey on the top field-
the snow won’t bother me.
