Tag: nature

Friday Feeling

Things that made me happy this week so far (my attempt at telling depression to bugger right off). CHaOS science day at Oakwell Hall. Lots of experiments for the kids to try out. Baby ran amok across the grounds and we saw newts, rats,… Continue Reading “Friday Feeling”

Trees!

Doing a bit of last minute research before my appearance on Radio 4’s Beyond Belief, being recorded on Wednesday.

The Rain Roars

The rain roars down A lions last attempt To eviscerate The zebra of sun From the jungle of cracks In the pavement A whip crack of water Slashing holes In lawns, borders Ants dive for cover In the jungle of cracks In the pavement… Continue Reading “The Rain Roars”

Online Beltane Green Festival!

Join in from the comfort of your own home! Saturday 4th May from 10.00 am. Check out the line-up:

The Eildon Tree

My May Day poem on the Moon Books Blog: http://moon-books.net/blogs/moonbooks/the-eildon-tree/

NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use

No real use for these He sighs And plucks the flower Now endangered But because his land Is full of them He won’t believe It’s true A weed to him Plant based vermin Taking over Invasive He is unwilling to see He is lucky… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use”

NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters

(Prompt from eight-year-Old Nathan) They’re funny, they’re furry They look so sweet But once they see fingers It’s time to eat Hamsters are cute Hamsters are small They adore that wheel And the weird rolling ball But their little black eyes Are watching you… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters”

NaPoWriMo Day 8: Cold Spring

Cold in Spring It’s so cold My fingers shake Autocorrect is basically Writing this poem Frigidity has stolen My literary talents Such as they were But the stars, My gods, the stars…

NaPoWriMo Day Six: Sun Happy

Sunshine splashing warm tea Hot cross buns Fresh baked bread Dishwasher steam Just ironed sheets Across my face I snuggle in it And sigh.

NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads

Wandering, feet finding their own way Over treacherous stones Sucking mud puddles Velvet grass, chomped short By sheep. The wood, the fields, the ditches Are my pathways To walk without interference From my unruly mind. These shoes have seen a lot Fights, nights out,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads”