Not There The solemn rituals of death are past And family and friends now step away. As solitude unchecked beckons at last I face the first of many lonely days. I wander through each room, forever changed Yet with a thousand memories of you And contemplate a future – frightening, strange Without my love, my … Read more ……

A great hush descends A scratching of pens on paper A papers been turned over A shuffle of feet A cough A pen falls to the floor A wobbly desk A sigh, a sneeze Vacant looks, a vacant stare Head scratching, a groan of despair A chair moves, followed by another Lost in thought A … Read more ……

  THE LOG OF PURE ENERGY First Mate’s Log. Saturday July 3. NOTE. This is a real hardback log. I am writing it with a pen. I got this notebook last Christmas. It is beautiful and should be used, pref. for something of historical importance like the history of the sloop Pure Energy. Underlined. That … Read more ……

Let them talk, we the  lovers Star struck, moon mad; What know we, or care, Of creed or colour.   Let them talk, of we the lovers All the long day and night. The gossips dare not cry desist Nor have they the right.   Let them talk, of we the lovers. Who are they … Read more ……

This is deliberately written to parody A.A.Milne’s famous poem, Teddy Bear. Teddy Bear A bear should not be frozen stiff, unless his home is polar cliff. Residing in suburbia, can one have hypothermia? There is an instance this can be: a wheezy, sneezy childhood plea. The freezer then becomes the norm, in order to destroy … Read more ……

We’re just being old people. Still people Just being old Old people Being Old beings Being still Just old Still being People Just.   I’ve left out the punctuation as it can be read in many different ways with different pausing – & can even be read backwards.

Fit’s fleein aboot far in October? Pink-fitted geese, ye say? Foo mony? Forty thoosan? Awa! Far fae? Greenland? Michty!   Fit else is fleein aboot in October? Dyooks, ye say? Nae forty thoosan’ an aa? Mair than a puckle tho? Fit’s at ene wi the pinty tail? A pintail? An at boorach wi the shovel … Read more ……

“Jack! It’s time for bed.” I call this out as I make my way up the stairs one forced step at a time. It’s been a long day and I’m tired, so I hope he is already tucked up under the sheets with the night light on, engrossed in whatever book he’s currently reading. He … Read more ……

Lichens of grey, white, yellow and black Millennia in the growing Clinging to ancient granite sentinels Peek closely, beneath the layers To crystals of quartz, feldspar and shiny mica By day, anti-clockwise spirals of sun-filled energy Flowing down through crystalline structures Down deep into the earth below By night, in the Moon’s glow, Clockwise spirals … Read more ……

Peace Poem by Carol Ann Written for the White Wood Peace event on Saturday 28th May 2016 As I walked down the street one day I heard an Angel cry Let peace reside within she said No-one heard, though many tried. Let peace reside within she said Let illusions pass you by Now is the … Read more ……