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Whisker Breath

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Fox-red rabbit with snowdrop paws
peeping through the sodden grass.
Never-ending munching.
Unaware that black cat ears
are just a whisker away.

A car backfires, shotgun loud.
Hind legs jerk, and rabbit’s gone.
Black cat sits, back straight, searching
reveals his sinister intent.
Whiskers tweak, he stalks away.

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Free poetry books 15 – 17 April

Both Nature’s Gold and Autumn Gold are free this weekend, 15 – 17 April 2016 on Amazon (Kindle versions).
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This poetry covers a wide range of topics and styles. These poems are written to stir thoughts, but mostly for fun. Here’s one of the poems.

Life

Rise
And fall.
Dark and light.
Good and evil.
Achievement and shame.
Happiness and despair.
These are life’s great challenges.
Enjoy each opportunity.
Savour both hope and disappointment.
Open your heart to all the future holds.

(An etheree)

All my books are permanently free on Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited and if you pay for a paperback copy of any of my books, then the ebook is free.

If anyone would like to leave a review that would be lovely. I hope you enjoy the poetry.

Abandoned

The floor board creaked
but no-one was there.
I heard a foot step
on the winding stair.

The fierce wind whistled
through the broken pane,
and a tree branch tapped
on the weather vane.

He said he’d meet me,
but I stood alone.
A spirit loomed.
Blank eyes met my own.

Why were we meeting
in a lonely place?
I saw a shadow
of a twisted face.

I ran to exit
through the open door,
aware my one love
wanted me no more.

Autumn Gold – New poetry book

My new poetry book, Autumn Gold, is  now live on kindle. To celebrate I’m giving all my other books away free for 23 and 24 December 2015. If you fancy reading any of them then download them for free and read at your leisure.

My new poetry book contains some rhyming and non-rhyming poems, in all sorts of formats. I hope the poems make you smile, cry and laugh.

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It will cost $2.99 or £2.01, but it will be free on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. My first book of poetry, Nature’s Gold, is free on 23 and 24 December 2015.

Alternative Nano – Poetry

At the moment I’m taking an art course, which has made it difficult to keep up with my writing, however I do intend to do something for November, even though this is not the year for me to do the wonderful NaNoWriMo.
I’m going to try to write a poem every day in November and each week I’ll pick one and publish on this website. Can’t guarantee to keep it up but I’ll give it a go.
What are your plans for November?

Three Hearts

This week I went on a ‘Relax and Write’ writer’s weekend at Gladstone’s library, where Alison Chisholm gave us writing tasks. For one task she dealt out a pack of cards and each of us took one card. I had the three of hearts and this is the light-hearted (sorry about the pun) poem I wrote from that prompt.

Three Hearts

She loved him with her simpering heart,
and sent him gifts and money.
She phoned him in the dark small hours,
and called him, ‘dear, sweet honey’.

He loved the man who made his suits;
the gentle voice entranced.
He loved the skill the man displayed
and even how he danced.

The tailor loved his Labrador,
and gave his heart completely.
She was his life, his everything.
She begged for food so sweetly.

This triangle of hoping hearts
fluttered on throughout the year.
Love flowed and ebbed its complex path,
showing neither favour or fear.

The Lady of Shalott inspired by Tennison and Waterhouse

There she sat, straight backed, serene,
on her way to Camelot.
Weary of her shadow world,
once she’d seen Sir Lancelot.

So many years she’d sat there sewing,
in her cold and barren tower.
Recording life around the river
stitching fabric hour by hour.

What had she done to be so cursed?
Not to love and laugh and live.
In her heart her passions rose
and she longed, her love to give.

Inhaling sweet scent of grass;
mesmerised by water’s flow.
For just one moment with her knight,
the rest of life, she would forgo.

Wrapped in her woven tapestry;
her every sense alive, alert.
Proud to defy the cruel curse.
she would suffer no more hurt.

Her life now part of history,
sung in songs of Camelot.
She never met the man she loved,
but gave her life for Lancelot

This is the picture that inspired me.

This is the original poem.

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