Poetry

SANTA CLAUS OR WAS HE?

SANTA CLAUS OR WAS HE? by Joy Lennick A dead-ringer for Santa (“The job’s now been done…”) thought on a bit further… “Think I’ll have me some fun!” He ‘phoned Holly Berry: coquettish and pretty, and honed a short poem: … read more

Winter’s day

WINTER’S DAY Colourless and still; no breeze brings fragrant passengers our nostrils to seduce. No air-borne warming pad our heads and hearts to warm. No pastel blue to enhance our two orbs view – January And yet… without chill wind’s … read more

sunset

SUNSET Did you see who lit the match which set the sky on fire? Surely one who was intent on poets to inspire. Or has Turner’s mistress painted a scene to inspire wonder – a scene to tug at heart … read more

JANUARY!

JANUARY! Yet, without chill wind’s searching fingers poking to the marrow, bleak, grey and rain-streaked days doing their best to harrow… how then could Spring’s delight be felt in all its bright enchantment – preparing, gently nudging us towards Summer’s … read more