Poetry Blog by Debbie Houghton
on Tea Party (Fri, 11 May 2012 12:59 pm)
on Tea Party (Fri, 11 May 2012 12:48 pm)
Filled with every kind of bloom.
From the daffodils to the buddleia,
The marigolds and the broom.
Every moment that I can I spend
Amongst my lovely flowers.
There's fairy glens and poolside wends
And quiet jasmine bowers.
Their secret life unfurled
The rustle of the hedgehog
as it roots around.
The noisy sound of sparrows
Fighting over seeds they'v...
Thursday 10th May 2012 3:37 pm
Dark dank down hole, Alice whole?
Cup of tea floating by on a tray, it was gray.
It was cold, it was cracked, chipped, mouldy and old
Is it me? Can you see?
A rabbit was here once you know
why was he in such a hurry to go?
Falling fast falling past did I become present?
There's No bows, there's no tags, just plain damp dark rags
Shrew mouse tumbling tears she's undone
Thursday 10th May 2012 6:59 am