Wellspring -Poetic Bloomings


If I swallowed

a dictionary

from each of

the countries

the languages

of this world

(and beyond)

could I

would I

ever express

the joy of this life

craft with words

pleasures so simple

as tea sipped from a china cup

as coffee cake, moist and rich

as sun warming my skin

as my soul unfurling in the lazy afternoon?

would all the dictionaries

in all the worlds



Today, over at Poetic Bloomings, we are asked to find our inspiration from the poem ‘Peaceful Summer Day’ by Gary R Ferris, which you can read in today’s blog post.

I took my inspiration from the line ‘There are no brilliant words that I could ever say’. I hope you enjoy it! Please do head on over to Poetic Bloomings to immerse yourself in the poems you find there – and why not take part yourself?

Bitter sun – Poetic Bloomings


the (hang)-dog days of summer

tangle themselves in my hair

and the curlicue corkscrews plaster themselves

to my forehead, shiny and greasy with sweat.

I attempt to cool myself

and enjoy a chilled glass of wine

but all I get is a headache

a dry mouth and a hankering for shade.

Summer nights under the stars ain’t all that –

in the northern hemisphere,

once the sun has gone and the sky is cloudless

you’re wishing for your duvet

and a hot cup of tea.

stars may be beautiful, tiny jewels above your head

but they don’t protect you from the chill

and crawling gooseflesh skin.

Yah, kissed by the sun is just  a euphemism –

for scorching sunburn –

for skin raked raw by sand

and swimsuit straps,

and don’t even tell me about trying to pat yourself dry after that needle-sharp shower.

Me? I love summer…


Here’s my latest offering to my new found love – ah, Poetic Bloomings, you are a treasure! Tonight, we are asked to use four (or more) of the ten phrases that are often used to sum up the summer experience.

I had great fun with this – and please, take it all as tongue in cheek. I love what passes for Summer here in the UK, although I do wish we had more, errr, sun!

Please do hope on over to Poetic Bloomings to take part, or just read and enjoy!

TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge – Iron


Her forehead wrinkles,

straining with effort. This form

of wit defeats her.


Oh contrary one!

Speak plainly, I beg of you.

Sarcasm irks me.


Ooh, it’s fair to say I’ve been looking forward to TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge since I took part last week. It was a fun prompt! Thank you to TJ for the warm welcome 🙂

I decided to go down the ‘irony’ route, as I hope you can tell (not written with a trace of irony, no, not at all!). If I’d chosen ironing, well, I would have been forced to reveal that me and the iron aren’t close acquaintances at all. Not that I walk around looking like a rag-bag, but I choose my clothes somewhat based on their need for ironing…

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my two little offerings! Why not pop on over to TJ’s place to read the other offerings? Or… take part yourself!