Only a winter’s tale
Only a winter’s tale On stage, waiting for his cue he knew he wouldn’t sound like David Essex but stood there anyway. Kids whispered in the wings. Mums and dads sucked Polos beyond the lights. He knew these things too even though his eyes were fixed on the twitch of the conductor’s baton. He stopped […]
A pre-CHildhood
A pre-CHildhood Overnight ghostly white fingers have been creeping across my bedroom windowpane. Those icy digits have penetrated the room. I can touch them with my finger on this side of the glass. In the grip of the evil Snow Queen rather than that jolly Snowman, I snuggle back under my eiderdown.
Day 26
Winter: The warmth of a house, relationships, etc are all part of winter when it’s cold outside. Jane Duran recalls her childhood: www.poetryarchive.org/poem/coat Write about winter comforts at any time of your life.