Hectic Hiatus
Busy bee in Bluebells It's a Hectic Hiatus A break of a sort We're pausing pyrography But not for naught We're busy as bees With much to report New creative…
A Cup of Tea …
We needed a gift for a special someone, so we put our heads together and penned a few words on the very serious, important and British subject of Tea &…
Tea for Two
Tea for one is lots of fun But twice as nice is Tea for two When Tea for Two is me and you Is it a verse? Is it a…
About Us!
Since we started this blog 2 years ago many things have changed and yet many things stay the same. But as the blog seems to have been a constant I…
A Perfectly Peculiar Day
I once met a cat, in a waistcoat and hat, Who stopped and said, "hello!" "Well fancy that, a talking cat," I said and turned to go. I once saw…
Coleridge
On one of our recent expotitions we found ourselves at Coleridge Cottage, one time home of poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and the place he wrote some of his most famous…
Spooky Goings On
Halloween is heading our way, and in preparation for frightening fursday this year I've dusted off a poem I wrote way way back, at a time when Halloween was first…
The City
The chill of the winter drills holes in his toes, Frost crystals crack beneath his feet. He lives in a city where anything goes, No one knows who he is…
Lament
Certain silver circle spheres are made of glass then shaped like tears, And all the years just disappear through jaded shades of wines and beers. Yet all my thoughts have…