On Christmas Morn Copyright © Rod O'Donoghue 2011
The white moon wanes at dawn of winterʼs day
While fairy dust, once sprinkled on the lawn,
Begins to steam and upward wends its way.
Losing You Copyright Â© Jen Overett 2011
You would quietly admire, I hope,
my reach for calm and order
before I even greet each waking day
It spoke to me Copyright ©Rod OʼDonoghue 2011
Ladybird Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
When I was maker of your sky,
I sent you playing
Full of fiercest care,
Vase of Daffodils Copyright Â© J.S.Watts 2011
Bright enough to burn
Into a bleakly urban Tuesday morning -
Vase of yellow sunshine on my window sill.
Description of a room Copyright © Sally Gardner 2011
Lithe liquid shadows dance on antique white,
gold flecked geckos kiss above the door.
Victorian chairs aware of feminine curves,
Hairbrush Copyright © Florence Cox 2011
Borrowed hairbrush on the sill,
rich with a birdʼs nest of your brown hair...
Yes, it is brown still; you are young.
MARTHA Copyright © Cameron Hawke Smith 2011
She has no own space but this,
the book she has wrapped in a towel
too worn for other service.
Camp Fire Copyright © Sally Anne Adams 2011
Kumbaya my Lord we sang
around the dancing flames
our bottoms on the clay.
Astrobun Copyright Â© Colin Whyles 1995
We used to have a rabbit
Who would climb up on the shed
She was closer to the stars,