I write it out A word spouts out My creative self It took a lifetime to let you out To show yourself

I love my old black denim dress When I first bought it In my prime I loved the fit I loved the lines

I saw the most perfect house Just a little out of my reach A very tempting rope ladder hangs down I so wanted to reach the rope ladder

There are no teacakes today The third day of asking Sorry there are no teacakes today Instead brown toast and flora

The sailing ship sailed on the blue sea I was so surprised to see a goldfish Staring at me He had a sense of humour

The Naked Poet She’s taking a vacation She’s on holiday She’s taking breather She’s taking a rest The Fully Clothed Poet

I saw the plane High above In the sunny sky above I’d forgotten what it is to fly

The world has gone a little bit mad The world is short of lorry drivers Now short of petrol Short of petrol and food supplies

The dark faerie Her beating heart turns jet black She is always sad She only cares for her black cat She has never seen daylight

I saw a blueberry in the sky It splattered in my eyes Covered in blueberry juice I skied on vanilla ice cream I tobogganed on chocolate

Do not cry tears for me I am home where I want to be I have lived my life a plenty My heart will never be empty

The doves of peace Flying, so wonderfully free

How I wish I could join the line As ordinary folk have made the time To chat and talk Stroll, wheeled or walk

I’m just a miniature girl I live in my own miniature world I dwell behind the big wooden door I love to see into the giants world

We have left a golden era We didn’t even realise it When we were living it We didn’t even contemplate

As summer bangs shuts the door Autumn opens its dark doors The two bang and clash Sparks do fly Dancing the tango Of dark and light

The world did thunder The world did lighten Tears of rain did gracefully fall The television turned black The television came back on

Life can change in a day One day mowing the lawn The next day gone As quick as a flash

In the air On the ground In the sea In the breeze I heard a whisper of your voice I felt your shadow

Oh what a Sunday Kids not yet back at school September only barely in The C word is here Christmas cakes and sweets Have appeared