The Waiting Room of Re-incarnation…


In the waiting room of re-incarnation

Souls mill about, the famous, the infamous, the poor and the sick

Have they played out their lives according to their script?

Or gone off plan, off course, neither following fate or destiny

They mingle and mix sharing their stories, their truths, their desires

Waiting to be again, to love, to laugh, to exist

Re-connecting with those that they loved

They will return whole and new

Except for some distant dreams that nudge in the dark of night

Memories dulled, they live again

Will’s War…

School children being evacuated from London, 28 September 1938.

I’ve been burning

The midnight oil

Its sticky wax

On my hands as I toil

Writing about Will

In WW2

His journeys there

And will he pull through

There’s bombs and there’s blasts

And adventures galore

In this exciting tale of a

Dreadful World War

So I’d better get back

And write some more

I need to get Will

Safely ashore

My publisher waits

To read the end

This thrilling story

I have penned.


Throw Away February…30 Days of Decluttering…


30 items you must throw,

One a day to keep the flow,

It matters not if you give away,

Take to the tip or sell on eBay.

Ideas below to help you start,

With your clutter you must part,

And at the end you will see,

Having less stuff makes you free.


Old magazines

Stubs of candles

Clothes you never wear

DVD’s you don’t watch

Old underwear

Broken jewellery


Old paper receipts


Out of date coupons

Makeup past its best

Mismatched socks

Ancient spices

Duplicate items

Worn towels

Old handbags

VHS tapes

Books you have read

Expired medicines

Single earrings

Half finished craft projects

Old loyalty cards

Unfluffy cushions

Clothes that don’t fit


Old Christmas cards

Unused mugs

Mobile phone/tablet apps


Old mobile phone

The Carousel…


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The horses spin on the carousel,

Capturing their riders in their spell,

Children eating candyfloss on their backs,

Racing along invisible tracks.

Holding tightly to their mane,

Around they go and around again,

The Wurlitzer plays its merry tune,

By the light of the sun and the merry moon.

When midnight strikes the horses run free,

Across the fields down to the sea,

To join the waves and frolic there,

Away from people and the noise of the fair.

Their magic released they gallop as one,

Until darkness fades and the rise of the sun,

Returning quietly over hill and dale,

The horses keep their secret tale.


Christmas Cheer…


It’s Christmas time,

We should be full of cheer,

Decs hanging up,

And a fridge full of beer.

But spare a thought,

For those we miss,

Their loving arms,

Their gentle kiss.

It’s hard for some,

To feel delight

When their heart is breaking,

Out of sight.

Light a candle,

Say a prayer,

Hold them dear,

And they’ll be there.