Category Archives: musings

As I Strolled By a Deep Old Canal

As I strolled by a deep old canal
A young man said, “your poems are banal”.
I said, “there is no one around
And a man may so easily drown.
And the path is treacherous by this canal”.

Writing Together

As is so often said, writing is a solitary activity. Whilst I relish the company of family and friends, I require solitude to write.

My love of solitude does, I believe go back to childhood/my teenage years. I remember, on my 18th birthday saying “goodnight” to everyone who had come to celebrate with me and going to bed! Well it was late and I was tired, and I’m not a party animal!

Returning to the subject of writing. In my place of work we have a creative writing group. Recently it was decided to set aside an hour during which people could go online (using Microsoft Teams) and write together. People can share their writing (or not as they wish), and most people sit in silence for the whole hour.

The below poem was composed yesterday during one of these sessions:

“Listening to the falling
Rain.
Recalling
The same
Thought; This rain
Will remain.
And, when I am gone
I shall be as one,
With the rain.”

I would be interested to know whether any of my readers have written together, whether online or whilst in the same physical space?

Bess’s Dress

There once was a young lady named Bess
Who was well known for her special dress.
That wise old Miss Rose
Speaks of the Emperor’s Clothes.
And Bess, who wore a very special dress.

Online

You can find
Almost anything online.
Fine wine.
A pet.
And Miss Yvette.
Who, I regret,
(Cough, Cough),
Takes her clothes
Off, on the internet.

Or so I’m told
By bold
Miss Rose.
Who, everyone knows
Is great
Friends with Yvette. And Kate,
Who looks divine online.
Or so I understand
From that old rake Bland!

Miss Dolly’s Folly

I met an aristocratic young lady named Dolly
Who said, “I’ll show you my old folly”.
On nearing that place,
We found Miss Grace.
But she refused to explore that old folly.

When A Middle Class Lass

When a middle class lass
Met a collector of brass.
They discussed Furlough
And how far
Some young women will go.
And the failings of radar