My Poem for this week – Senseless – I hope you enjoy, feedback always appreciated. #ShamelessSelfpromoThursday #WritingCommunity #Books #Blogs #Art #Poetry #YouTube #writing #amwriting #readingcommunity #author #writer #writerscommunity #ThursdayMotivation #poetrylovers SenselessWhat the eye touches first touches the infiniteengenders a thousand…
My latest poem – Armageddon #poetrycommunity #POEMS – ArmageddonThree children playing in the dirt losing their identities bit by bitand every ten seconds a rocket explodesthree people losing their limbs in a sea of limbs staggering from north to south,…
It’s back for the New Year for your pleasure and entertainment On the menu: Venue: The Old Post Office and Café Bar, Silsden Time: 7pm Headline announcements to be added…. Dates may be subject to change
Tick-tocking away
There’s always a child with a device clamped to an ear, eyes down
tick-tocking their soul, You-Tuber baby
Lost in instant thoughts, feelings, aspirations, narrowing horizons,
making them feel good, without knowing who they really are.
Poem for this week, trying to get caught back up!
This one is very much apt for this time of year - Pheasants
My grandson likes to play a game
on the morning run to school,
we count the number of pheasants seen,
it’s three or four as a rule.
Double trouble, soil and rubble, in the pan no squeak or bubble. But in the dark her eyes glow green, though through the day she stays unseen, conjures creatures, bats and worms, snake in the toilet, how he squirms. Never…
Great night at Bradford City Library. So pleased to be a part of it.. #BradfordWrites
Black Sun
There is a black sun rising in the east,
a swirling, shape-shifting schizemic shift.
Twitchers throng, to embrace overhead feast,
each single element of airborne lift
combines to darken crimson blooded sky.
Freewheeling murmuration holds our gaze,
black sun fills binoculars held to try
to capture magic moments, as the day
slips into darkness the throng disperses,
thousands of sturnidae, forever lost.
Hooded crow signals eternal curses
as moon takes centre stage to count the cost.
Fabulous Gingerlicious Halloween open mic this Tuesday. With the fabulous host, David Driver: “Great night last night. Here are a few photos. Thanks Laura Strickland, Roz Ottery, Peter Kay Faye Roseanna, Ros Driver, Corinne Pollard, Robert Sandie, Louise Hofman.” Two…
Winter Tales: Saturday 2nd December at 2pm at @BingleyTheatre Bingley Writers will be reading their winter inspired creative writing including poetry, ghost stories, and Xmas cheer. Free entry. Links to book will be available soon. Please share and spread the…
IT`S BACK!!! The open mic makes a welcome return. Halloween headliner is the gorgeous, Laura Strickland All welcome. Poets, storytellers and all creatives welcome. What`s in store? Free supper Free cakes The world famous Gin Raffle Brilliant performances from a…
Really looking forward to being a part of this: Bradford has a wealth of writers in every genre, who either self-publish their work or are published by small Indie presses. There will be writers of fiction, non-fiction and poetry for…
Had a great time at Saltaire Festival open gardens yesterday plucking poems from the Poet Tree. Thanks so much to everyone who contributed, everyone who picked one of mine of any of the poems available. – The fabulous pop up…
#poetrylovers #writerscommunity Rhubarb Poetry Tree! Open Gardens trail at 33 Albert Road this Saturday - 3 of my poems will be there plus a chance to purchase my books!
Event by Rhubarb at The Triangle, Rhubarb #62 Charlotte Eichler + open mic Wednesday 30 August 2023 – 7pm for 7.30 start Pay-as-you-feel Delighted to welcome Charlotte Eichler as our next guest reader. I will also be taking part in…
You have 1 WEEK to help make a Poet Tree for Saltaire Festival! @SaltaireFest Send up to 3 poems inspired by nature or our local area to rhubarbspokenword@gmail.com by 31 August. Selected poems will feature at a festival pop…
Lost for words
I’m in the garden,
looking at a plant,
Only yesterday
I could tell you its name,
stubbornly refusing to come
clean,
teasing my brain.
Not deterred by the weather. A wonderful Gingerlicious evening of poetry in the comfort of the indoors! The Poet’s Pasture
I’ve been watching a video on dancing the Flamenco,tidied out my drawers and refolded all my pants,been and had a cocktail down at the Fuzzy Flamingo,counted every single one of a line of tiny ants. I’ve placed all my penny…
Trafalgar Square Early morning start, long walkto catch first train to the ‘smoke’,steam locomotive at the head,join the throngs from Aldermaston. Boys in blue, keeping pace with human tide,Hey, hey LBJ, how many kids ya kill today.Home-made banners, proclaim, protest,Ban…