Another 52 word challenge!

OK, this is definitely not my thing, writing about Death personified but it’s this week’s 52 word challenge from Sacha Black at Writespiration so I’m giving it a go, getting out of my comfort zone!


I have kissed many, bitten still more but it’s the ones I just lick that excite me. I love to watch them blanch and crumple. I shower in the light draining from their eyes and pat their hope about like a cat with a mouse. I live in those I don’t take.

Remember Grenfell

Standing still
like a leftover sausage
on a barbecue skewer
their homes a charred
reminder of how little
their lives were
worth to those who
clink prosecco glasses
in the amber glow
of mood
lighting as they make
decisions about
who will live and who
will live it up
but this pain will not be
like a pin prick or a
bee sting
so take note
prosecco drinkers
take cover
we will get you back
justice will be done
we will circumcise
your brutal leadership
and wrap your awful heads
in the smouldering remnants
of our lives


Message from my dog

How did it come to be that
of all creatures
ended up in charge?
must have been an
or maybe
the boss was off
the day that decision
was made because
we haven’t learned yet how
to live together like other
animals we
we break the rules
in search of jewels
it’s time
to give back
what we owe
shed our shields and
share our home more
let the dog walk
for a change go down
low and sniff the earth
see how big
the world is
big enough for
all of us
rich enough for
no need to over
take just be
more dog
in a while

Things are happening…

Suddenly, I seem to be dealing with a little flurry of public interest in my work. Two or three magazines are interested in publishing some of my poems all of a sudden. At the same time, I am entering a few competitions so I am feeling quite busy. Watch this space (if nothing else, the blank page might make you feel calm lol)…


Victoria of dVerse poets has set the challenge to write a lai this week. This is an old French form: a nine-line poem that uses a rhyme scheme following this pattern:
The lines with an “a” rhyme use 5 syllables;
the “b” rhyme lines only have 2 syllables.

Quite a challenge to convey any sort of meaning within such strict parameters but I gave it a go anyway!


Listening to the rain
Soothes my weary brain
At night

I can only feign
Sleep, the night’s refrain
Till light

Morning brings fresh pain
Of thought once again
For spite