Little furry buzzy bee
I saw you immobilized
There by the French doors and I
Thought I may be able to
Revive you with a little
Sugar water – I do hope
I didn’t drown you instead…

Buzzy Bee


I wonder what
on the
other side
of the gate.
I see
wondering what I
on the
other side
of the gate.
highland moo coo

The Search

He’s no longer here
in the present
just an echo
of the past –
left behind in
little clues
for me to find.
A name in a paper,
a face in a photo,
a name whispered
in sadness…
One by one
they reveal themselves
as I sift through
all the grit
to find the
nuggets of gold

Minimal Word Monday

Wet…apple 2

The Winter Crone

Winter hovers close –

Reaching tentative fingers,

Leaving icy breath.

Blanking the Canvas

over imperfections,
papering over cracks,
appearances can be very…

The gateau plateau

Second week in a row that I’ve stayed exactly the same at the diet and fitness club. Maybe it was the printing ink that I was indelibly tattooed with from the art lesson earlier, or maybe the different style jogging bottoms with the plastic buttons weighing me down. It can’t possibly have been the roulade that I had at the ‘Girls’ Night In’ American Supper on Monday. My friend told me she had made it from just egg whites and a little bit of sugar.Everyone knows that egg whites are diet staples (all those omelettes). Of course the strawberries had to be glued in with double cream, or else they would have fallen out, and I had two slices because it would have been rude to leave too much on the plate – especially after she’d gone to all that trouble!

Do they have English suppers in America where people have to bring a plate of cucumber sandwiches or Devon scones with Cornish clotted cream? Just wondering.

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