Growing up lonely – with chick lit books!

I have a confession to make about books, one I've told no one before. Not even my wife.     Ready?         I grew up on the entire series of Malory Towers and The Twins at St. Clare's, by acclaimed children's author Enid Blyton. And when I grew older, I read women's classics like Little Women and Pride … Continue reading Growing up lonely – with chick lit books!

My Monday Metrical Musings #12

Rocking Chair Photo by Mohammad Sanaei on Pexels.com There he sitsIn his father's old rocking chairBobbing back and forthBack and forthBack and forth. It takes him backTo happier timesOr maybe they were justInnocent times?When the world seemed easyAnd when 'gay' meant 'happy'. "I feel your pain, son"His dad once told himBut he didn't reallyThough the … Continue reading My Monday Metrical Musings #12

My Monday Metrical Musings #4

Photo by Lukas Rychvalsky on Pexels.com Each Sunday He doesn't live aloneTho' he might as well beEach Sunday ForThen they leaveAnd he can't help but to seetheHis silent rage rollsLike a perfect storm that unfoldsUnleashing torrents of tears like rainDrowning everything in its wake But he holdsOnly scowlsCos he's oldOr so he's told Then he … Continue reading My Monday Metrical Musings #4

My Monday Metrical Musings #2

Photo by Bersam on Unsplash Twirl How fastThese ceiling fans they twirlMy mind's a whirl just looking Is it Sunday now or Tuesday?It's never been this blurMy memory But you, you go so fast tooIn and out of my wardZipping pastThe cold side rails of my sickly sterilised bedOn the way to Never Never (Never?) … Continue reading My Monday Metrical Musings #2