A symbol of longevity.

Suddenly there was an explosion of words Loud enough to damage his ear drums He had been sitting idling Contemplating his navel No thoughts of writing a word He was having a word holiday Taking in the sun rays The Great Spirit spoke Suddenly there was an explosion of...

A fantastic hidden gem.

Climbing this imagined Winding Stair Yeats whispering in my ear “Grant me an old man’s frenzy, Myself I must remake” (Lines from An Acre of Grass)   Where could I go to find a setting for my poem? Not “Coole Park” The setting for his poem “The Wild Swans at Coole”...

Life, sometimes it’s grey around the edges?

Did no one hear his mournful cry? As he lay roadside moaning Moving much slower than he ought Did he think, if I could only fly?   Poor, poor badger, did not stand a chance And now he’s dead Was he blinded by the headlights, why did the driver not stop? The children...