Monday, 29 September 2014


Beneath a tawny canopy
Rickety rackety stilted shacks
amongst the trees
September flicked her skirts
with a golden hue
as leaves of amber twisted and turned
And touched the ground
Wisps of smoke
and purpled berries glistened
with morning dew


Wednesday, 24 September 2014

In A World Of Sorrows

She trod carefully
Each step sending ripples
Across the lake
Minnows dart
Catching the light
A distant sun slowly wakens
the early morning
No sound but
The crunch of washed pebbles
beneath her feet
She is alone
The only person left
in a world of sorrows
No one cares
No one knows
The water cools her feet
and her heart
She walks on
To the end of time
Written for Magpie Tales #238. Image provided by Tess Kincaid
She provides the image, we the story