The random ramblings of a magpie mind
Monday 25 May 2020
Morning meditation
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Five o’clock wakenings to birdsong and the slow scratch of lizards behind glass. Sunlight filters through slatted blinds calling cats fro...
Saturday 9 May 2020
Tell me a lie about the sea
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The sea whispers quietly, enticingly Slipping over sands to caress my toes I will be gentle, it sighs Winding round my legs like a...
Thursday 26 March 2020
seeking a new normal
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Last week normality ceased as the broadcast came and doors shut on faces we greeted every morning. Now we move through days as if unde...
Thursday 18 April 2019
Beach combing
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This small shell Washed by waves That ebb and roll in timed rotation Wearing away ridges Smoothing sharp angles This delicate fa...
Sunday 17 March 2019
Barber shop chorus
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The barbers has a rhythm all its own Muted news, soft soul tunes clipper hum and faint scratch of razor on strop This emporium...
Saturday 24 November 2018
Slipping on the sixth step
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There is a cat on the stairs, who stands and stares as I slip on the sixth step; my joints as stiff as his smile. I slip, he topples...
Saturday 17 November 2018
The witching hour
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This is the witching hour; the time before dawn where a faint glow low on the horizon filters through dark skies, shepherding in a new day....
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