Our Summer – 28/2/17

We have had our summer, untarnished, bold and bright,

We had our turn to dance, in rain and flooding light,

Come! Back to our caves now!

Before the world turns sour,

Lift your face to the dying sun, run! Escape the nearing night.



Thanks for the great prompt from dVerse to capture an emotion without naming it in our poem! I’m not sure I did it justice, but I really love this prompt 😊

Last poem: It’s Not Spring Here – 26/2/18


Reassessing – 21/2/18

Because Wordsworth was lonely,
He gave flowers faces; made them dance.
Imagined a dancing sea,
And found joy in the plants.
A poet, a lonely poet, he made himself smile,
Found a cheerful memory to put in his joy-pile


I have no daffodils, no waves,
Instead twelve sunflowers mine,
Each in reddened sunlight bathes,
Each of their faces shine.
I find my heart grinning along with them,
As each golden head dances on its stem.