Poetry

If I were invisible ...

If I were invisible, I wonder what I’d do? I would stand on rooftops so I could see the view I’d wander through the park and push the...

The True Spirit of Christmas

Take assorted relatives. Task to gather and wrap parcels of unknown seasonal content and write messages to one another in exchangeable...

The Environment

It's poetry day and our rhyme's being spent Talking about the environment We use things and throw them away We're destroying the world,...

Rainbow's Red Poetry Book

This is my poetic introduction to my book, which is named for my Instagram handle Poetic Rainbow. You will find me in moments of anger I...

Instructions to remember

To mark the 90th anniversary of Brightlingsea Lido, poets and writers were asked to capture the occasion in 90 words or characters in...

The Bungling Blackwood's

Owr Billy’s up for handling he went and lost the swag. When he crossed the motorway someone made off with his bag Owr Mandy shot her...

Imagining a poet

Poets in my head write with quills on parchment, in a room lit by a lantern, a fire in the grate. They pen the words they cannot speak,...

You've got this

I wish that I could hold your hand, show you that I understand, people have been where you are right now. I wish that you could see a...

Poetry spoke

Poetry spoke the language of the long dead. Its curious spelling and strange vocabulary foreign on my tongue. It called to me, through...

Legend

She broke free of chains they used to hold her, avoided boxes they would wish to put her in. She travelled on through setbacks and...

Lily's Writing Life