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Newcastle Cemetry November 2022

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Finished and off to the publishers...

My second poetry book includes poems written mainly since November 2019, some of which have been written on my blog below...

There have been many 'moments,' and 'memories' inspired by the many walks during lockdown and my emotional outbursts. Like many others, I struggled to cope with Covid 19 and the rules.

More positive memories are included, from the last 20 years, including my travels to Asia.

You can enjoy them all soon...

Blog: Latest Work

Sorry I have not written on my blog for a while, I have been busy painting.

I am enjoying working with watercolours, capturing the stunning autumn hues.

I have also been illustrating my poems.

Working back and forth recently between oil on canvas and watercolour, exploring the landscape around me, on numerous 'lockdown' walks, I have decided to enter 'Landscape Artist of the Year.' 

I will let you know how I get on...

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These strange emotional times have inspired my poetry.
I will be sharing a selection of my poems, for the next few weeks.

This week's poem, inspired by my grandaughter...

A Child’s Play

Peek a boo, where are you?

I’m hiding by the tree,

I’m hiding just behind the door,

Calling, “Come, find me!”

Splashing with a paint brush,

The paper’s getting wet,

A fish, A star, a flower,

I haven’t fathomed yet.

I’m climbing through a tunnel,

And falling over balls,

Through and up and over,

Until my mother calls.

Delighted by the colours,

The shapes that rise and fall,

Isn’t fun and playtime,

Just the best for someone small.

Week beginning 5th July...

Unsettled Weather

The day’s unsettled appearance, providing rain again.

A wet covering forming, across the garden paving.

Petals drip weakly, against the shower’s persistence.

The roots reach out, refreshed, establishing their existence.

And then the darkened clouds begin to move and subside,

For the whiter wisps that come through and slowly step aside,

To show the timid blue as the sun’s heat is peeping,

Through the lighter moving clouds where brightness is creeping.

The sun arrives to lighten the darkened drizzling mood,

The fracture in the cloud provides a sweet, warm interlude.

A tempting silent moment, suggesting a summer’s day,

Far too brief to capture, as clouds turn white to grey.

They bring another shower, to drench each plant, each tree,

The changing sky unsettled and troubled just like me.

Last week's poem...

Taken from:

Social Media Frenzy

"Words taken out of context,

Repeating, ranting, rambling.

Misunderstood exaggerations,

Without detailed explanations.

Voices of blame in angered frustration,

Frenzied fingers typing taunting jibes,

To vent the anger that grows inside."

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I've just started on the sequel. It will probably take at least a year...

"Rosie laid back quietly in the sun, the flapping wings of pigeons hidden in the branches at the bottom of the garden, disturbing the calm momentarily..." 

Obviously open to change!

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Thank you to those who have bought my book. Please let me know what you think. You can log in and write a review on here or on Amazon.

If you wish to buy a signed copy just email me on:

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I am so excited to have received my copies through the post. Thank you to those at The Self-Publishing Partnership.

Please order your copy now and if you enjoy it, I hope you will write a review on here or on the Amazon site. I would be grateful for any 'Shares' or 'Likes' to promote it, on social media.

Thank you. Happy reading!

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Although my main medium is oil on canvas, I've been having a go at watercolour and have been thoroughly enjoying it!

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The Dominican Republic

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Quite pleased with this one. Might paint a few more...







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Poem this week...

Unsettled Weather The day’s unsettled appearance, providing rain again. A wet covering forming, across the garden paving. Petals drip...

Coronavirus: Poetry

Covid-19 Facebook, Watts App, Houseparty, Any App, it doesn't matter, They all allow some contact, With family, friends, endless chatter....

How I got started…

Since retiring as a full-time English teacher, I have been able to pursue my love of writing. I begun collating the poems I had written...

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