Author Archives: grahamswords1962

There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime, Winter has bleached the tree bones dry, starved scarecrows against the sky. There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime, First the leaves and blossoming flowers, then bees and sweet April showers. There’s no fruit to be picked in springtime, Then golden rays begin to nurse, platesContinue reading “Tender Fruit”

For Julie, Naomi, Darren and Ollie I’m a bit late in starting this idea, but I’m going to aim to write a sonnet a day for the month of May about things I see in my garden. Clearly it is the most appropriate month in which to do that, so here goes with the firstContinue reading “No ugly duckling”

For Dee, my constant rockpool Placid cool lagoon of safety A world all its own, enclosed, undisturbed. A plate glass surface beneath which the most fragile swim, It’s stony outcrop encircling arms, barring wind and tide. Outside the ocean roars and rages, the sun blisters, In the rockpool, nothing stirs, nothing matters, nothing changes. PleaseContinue reading “Rockpool”

For Linda May 1st Cast off the bitter shroud of winter’s sheath, And look east toward the rising glow, So bright and early the sun does show, Spring welcomes summer’s tomorrow. Please do leave me your thoughts and comments, in praise or constructive criticism, I appreciate them all and will reply.

For the King Bee, Mr Blackeledge April 30th I could not resist it, naughty or not, it felt like such a novel idea to play with, so to speak. “Major Tom to Beehive, Major Tom to Beehive, come in Beehive.” Go ahead Major Tom, this is Beehive receiving. “Beehive, I’ve found it, I’ve found it!Continue reading “Making a Bee Line”

April 30th. The orignal of this poem took a different line, but I have adapted it to suit the prompt for today, which is directions. I hope you enjoy the ride. In the morning, when the sun illuminates the sloping back of your steed, prepare to ride. With the heat rising from mane to tail,Continue reading “Ride with me”

April 29th Today’s prompt is to take a window and write about what is viewed through it. I came up with a triptych. Through the Butcher’s Window Or For Scott and his Lady in Greggs I would marry her right now if for the rest of my life I could feast on her pies. Don’tContinue reading “Panes and Pains”

April 28th Life is full of questions – perhaps some may be best left unanswered? Can you trust an occasional table to still be the same in the morning? Or will it like a lover slip away at dawn, and transform without warning? If it took God six days to complete his work, was heContinue reading “Occasional Furniture”

April 27th I began this piece about two week’s ago when the smallest spider I have ever seen appeared on the top of my computer while I was composing another poem. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to take an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and create a poem from the inspiration. I looked and foundContinue reading “Always there”