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 With Christmas looming, and many fairy lights being readied for draping another tree - or for some enthusiasts. whole houses - I noticed ho...

 That's the title of a blogpost belonging to 'Drifting though life.'   "Isn't that what many of us tend to do?" I ...

Be afraid ? Or not... Hehehe - I happened across this, my alarming selfie,  just too late to give readers a touch of Halloween horror on tha...

A Story in Ballad Form At the edge of the forest something stirred and through the dark trees came a figure cloaked and wrapped about with a...

    Bright waters of oblivion   in deepest streams of consciousness,   ripple and refresh  ...

 Can be a help or a hindrance, and I'm not certain which one had me in its grip yesterday.   Although I knew this week's  P&SU ...

  To see the original Odd Words Ode, click  HERE   - for anyone who is curious to know what needed translating! Hehehe...  A hairy buttock...

Around the world, Plain English is used as a communication tool. Today, as an English person born and bred, I decided to exhume this anythin...

                                                          Pack my life in a suitcase, like one I had as a child, with brown cardboard corner...

Time is elastic; it stretches as you try to create another poem, until words become lost in translation and day-dreams take over the helm to...

I used a detail from an Andrew Wyeth's painting entitled "Squall" to create this rendition, and the words followed after... Th...

Adrift in dreams, imagination whirls and lilac angels' wings fly close at hand. The flower scented air begins to swirl and lulls us furt...

With apologies to the musical score of Oliver, which gave me the title I've used as a springboard for this somewhat strange offering.  T...

I sense something silly -  is it growing from my head?   I knew that it was waiting, soon as I climbed out of bed. It's not a hat, or hu...

This afternoon, I happened upon a TV programme with the arresting title of 'An Englishman Abroad', coupled with the name Alan Bennet...

  That pretty much describes my day... Blogland, that wonderful place which allowed us to share many rhymes and reasons, has been steadily d...

  There is a fly. Too small to be a FLY in capital letters, I dub it fruit fly. I don't know how it thrives; it tries to butt my desk-la...

  From some inner dark, glimmer seeds of love and light; a mother gives birth. From emotion's well, once-silent words are drawn forth; a...

Heat-wave shimmer over an arc of sky is echoed above the crowded cities; houses huddle together, whispering desperate pleas to an uncaring W...

  The artist's model sat as though entranced by some secret known only to herself, calm and detached from the real world; an ideal subje...

    Sea Dreams Carried on the rising tide of night, flotillas of persistent dreams set sail, while whirlpools circumnavigate my mind - attem...

 On a dull, damp weekend, what better than to visit Carrie , to see what is afoot... And the prompt picture subject is a four-footed being, ...

  Out of nowhere, the snow-blizzard hit. It whipped my wrap-around skirt into a frenzy, then whisked it away. Up, up it billowed skywards, b...

 I guess any Bloglanders who happen to read this post, may identify with at least part of it - i.e. us Oldies do tend to harp back to the pa...

 But on discovering this photo on Sunday Musing 's blog. I had an urge to let the words flow, so read on below:- Poppy fields and paper ...

 OK, there may be a few days gap in real life, but in BlogTime, this is in direct response to my long-time Blogpal RWP's suggestion for...

 From December to April, this blog and I have remained silent, whilst all around the pandemic has raged , regardless. Perhaps it was the sun...

 On this dull, chilly Boxing Day, one little word catapulted several interpretations into my mind,  perhaps the noblest of which being '...

 And which word would that be, I wonder, among the ever decreasing number of bloggers who post something each day? Let me whisper it in your...

Once again, Blogger plus Google have thrown a spanner in the works! Will it spell the end of us ancient Bloggers, as we are forced to kee...