As I sit in the woods, a strong smell fills the air,Pungent wild garlic; eyes close, I am there.On this bench, two years prior, where a call had me picked,Like a rose in her prime, to be told she was sick.A tumour, they’d told me, with no time for thinking,Just garlic’s strong stench; like my … More Wild Garlic
The clunk of the post as it drops through the doorThe laugh of a friend who has humour like yoursThe buzz from a swim in a freezing cold lakeThe birdsong and sunlight that nudge you awakeThe ‘pop’ of a lid as it finally unscrewsThe smile on their face when they hear your good newsThe squelch … More Small joys
They say I am the lucky oneNow that cancer’s come and goneAlthough that’s how it is depictedTruthfully, I feel conflictedMy hopes were swallowed with my dreamsAnd even now my body screamsIt took more than I could giveBut left me with the chance to live I must be the lucky oneFor others cancer came – they’re … More The Lucky One
We’re approaching summer seasonWhere we all see valid reasonTo enjoy the sun between the cloudsAnd get away, escape the crowds The days are long, they will be hotWe’ll haunt the local beauty spotNo one will have thought of that!I’ll pack the suncream, chairs and hats In traffic’s grip we sit and sighEngines revving, time ticks … More No one will have thought of that!
I had two old friends and I dumped themAnd now I feel really quite badMy two bosom pals, for years and for yearsWithout them I’m feeling so sad Supportive wherever I wentSo loyal, dependable, kindFaithful, accepting, trustworthy, braveOur bond was steadfastly entwined So now you can see why I’m grievingTrue friendships are golden and rareWhy … More My friends were made for walking
I feel a hunger growing from a tiny little seed,I know I must act quickly lest the feeling does impede,My ability to shop and pay for food which guarantees,I’ll arrive back to my flat with something nice to eat for tea. Maybe an Italian, or something from that realm?Cheesy pasta, veggies, fish – I feel … More What should I have for tea?
‘Eat the Frog’ is a productivity technique, coined after Mark Twain was quoted saying: “If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And if it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first.” But for most of us, including … More For those who don’t eat frogs…
It’s been a few years since my tropical travels came to an end, and in that time this blog has been sadly neglected. While the current climate rules out more musings from foreign climes, the partial lockdown we’re in seems like an apt time to resurrect the blog in a different form (new name pending!). … More If I were a sailor (a poem)
Laura writes... 