Wisp 'o the Wold: a poem
On the edge of the town, in the woods by the stream, sat the Wisp o' the Wold on a golden sunbeam. She was watching the damsonflies dance...
On the edge of the town, in the woods by the stream, sat the Wisp o' the Wold on a golden sunbeam. She was watching the damsonflies dance...
If I were a little girl again, I'd go to the Billy Goats bridge. I'd peep underneath at the ugly old troll, then tiptoe across like a...
I awake. I'm warm, comfortable, snug, the cat nestled in the crook of my left leg. Dreams, already memories, are drifting in and out of...
Early September is sent to confuse us Her split personality will often bemuse us Neither autumn nor summer, our mind's in a fix Not one...
September rain. A storm; stair-rods hurtling downwards like glass spears. Piercing the canopy at will, all life darting for cover....
The treacle-eating Boggart is extremely seldom spied He shies away from normal folk - their smell he can't abide. Their lying tongues can...
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"Put on your big coats and go out to play!" Said my mam on a freezing February day. "But mam, it's cold, and those clouds look like rain....
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I thought I saw the sun today A tiny glimpse, a solitary ray. A silvery glimmer upon the pond A twinkle through the bracken fronds A...
Written by Graeme Cox Off to a thin place, to clear my head To feel earth beneath my feet To refill and bolster my starving soul To find...
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"What would you like for Christmas this year?" the gentleman asked the child. He watched as the child's eyes lit up, just for a moment,...
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Contemplation Reflection Nature Peace
It starts with a darkening, a lessening of blue as the grey gains the upper hand. The sun retreats as her great rival approaches, not...