Still they sit in the shed. Empty. Cold. Lifeless Never looked at, she wonders why she keeps them. Just hang onto them. They may be of use. Or do they represent something else?
Her. Love for her. Annoyance of her. They are from her address. Stickers of a home no longer visited. They must not be tossed out. Spiders can weave their fine homes. But never thrown. Never thrown. Always at my home.
The May blossom, once laden
with exquisite snow-white sleeves, is now long gone,
but remains poised in another world
to be reborn in late summer,
dressed as the hawthorn’s haws, ripening.
And, as the summer evenings wane, and the morning light
slips, the peonies, once proud and brashly red,
are now collapsed, with petals scattered.
The delicate roses, once feisty, are now drab
The tired leaves of the birch and aspen, appear patchy
all slowly sickening, forever patient in their readiness
for the fall to come.
But always, there remain the pleasing summer sights
and sounds of childhood:
the insistent droning of a distant plane,
breaking the silence of sultry sunny afternoons,
the stifling heat invading my upstairs room, mitigated
by a whining fan my mother brought,
bringing some relief, but interrupting sleep..
the persistent clicking and chirping of the grasshoppers
emerging from the long grass behind the shed
and those long summer evenings, when the day
suddenly quietens, and there is a hush in the trees,
as the sun vanishes below the horizon, gilding
the distant hills with an incandescent glow of ochre and red,
quickening the cloudless sky to a delicious blue
heralding a stunning starlit display,
as dusk gives way to night.
I really enjoyed this original poem that Barrie has written in response to our last prompt ‘Green’.
She stood apart from all the others Between the music and the wine, The road behind littered with those Who had misinterpreted her signs. Oh yes you were the pretty one You were every young man’s dream. They were waiting patiently in line For your signal to turn green.
Exciting news folks! Retford Writers Group have their very own slot in this upcoming festival. Why don’t you come along and hear our talented poets and story tellers read some of their more light-hearted work on
Yes, it’s time to put on make-up, it’s time to light the lights*… The official launch of our anthology is just a few hours away, so we’re all busy rehearsing and preparing. I do hope you’ll be able to join us for this celebration of the talented Retford Writers. The launch will take place in Retford Library, at 6:00 p.m. this evening (9th May 2019). The writers will be reading excerpts from some of their contributions, and there will be a chance to chat, buy copies of the book, and enjoy some celebratory drinks and nibbles. Do come along, and of course, if you are an aspiring Retford Writer join our group and maybe your piece will be published in the next anthology!