The unknown poet I found her picture in the old note book Many pages of poetry About her adventures and her great tour of the world

I remember being so very small The years I have yet to live Seemed so far away The years  I have travelled Gone so very quick

A poetry metaphor So unlike, an open and shut door The snow is a white blanket As word snowflakes fall As you talk The narrative

Twisted and turns Flowers and hearts are cruelly burnt Swirling blood seeps onto the fair skin it leaves

Cactus girl Taking a well earned rest Sitting comfortably cross legged On the boiling hot golden sand Moving her prickly hands to the be

Harrison’s picture January 2023

I knew I could do it I said I would do it I climbed up this gigantic mountain I picked up this enormous tree trunk Above my teeny weeny

Angels woven into a tapestry of words Flowing silk colourful ribbons Sharp needles and thread Each has bled Woven into my life of tapest

The youthful tree wakes up to the morning sky Stretching his deep seated roots The green earth crumbles with his untamed strength

You wanted to grasp a moment in time When heaven walked over the line When the angels sang Love came without demands

I feel like I live life on repeat I somehow I end up sat in my same comfy seat every night I feel like I have lived a de ja vu day

She is a Queen of disguise A mask of autumn leaves to disguise her deep sea blue eyes To hide her rosey red blushing cheeks

The belle of the ball Wherever she walks Rose petals falls Falling on her red antique parasol

A perfect mismatch A mosaic Many colourful broken tiles Corners and sides

Mother Nature picked her spot She grew up with lots of voluptuous  curves and a cute bot In the summer She is really hot

The candle burns bright The butterflies almost catch the flames Flitter flutter of their fragile wings

A scantily dressed Red Riding Hood She is all grown up As she meets her lover in the woods She calls him her ‘Big Bad Wolf’

Henry’s Jubilee Picture Christmas 2022

A slice of apple pie A squeeze of lemon An old recipe As I remember the taste Before my spoon reaches the surface of the plate

Upon the brow of an open book The printed words overtook Spread across the page They wrote in fun and tears Left smiles and laughter line