The Godmother 13: At Fincham House
Category: My Writing
Fearless
The confidence of youth.
The Godmother 12
The Godmother 12: Sons of Royalty
The Godmother 11
The Godmother 11: Catching Up
Broken Blue
The invitation from Carol J Forrester in her blog, was to find an object lying around me and write a verse about it. I bought it as an outdoor clockwith blue tit perching on a log, intending it for garden use.But when I took it from the boxit threw itself upon the floorand in four pieces … Continue reading Broken Blue
The Godmother 10
The Godmother 10: Peacocks and Bullfinches
The Godmother 9
The Godmother 9: Prnce Alfred
The Godmother 8
The Godmother 8: Coming Home
Recapturing the Muse
It's easy to get out of the writing habit. If you've been busy with other things, it can take an effort to get back into writing mode. Last week we were visiting relations in Cornwall, and I let go of my muse. The result was similar to letting go of our puppy on the beach: … Continue reading Recapturing the Muse
Now I am Old
With apologies to Jenny Joseph Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Now I am old, I can wear pink trousers and socks of luminous green and shapeless, flowing ponchos of red or aquamarine. When I am hungry, I can eat chip butties or marzipan candied pears, or real iced cream and candy floss from sellers on … Continue reading Now I am Old
