Turning Over Stones
My daughter collects stones,
tears them out from sodden soily beds,
or picks them from the pile,
stashes them in pockets
till linings tear
and washing machine clatters
to the awkward beat
of a battered drum.
And though I chide her for the damage,
I know she can't resist
the clasp, the cut,
the spit, the rub
the nub and polish of them,
each stone its own...
Tuesday 5th August 2014 2:20 pm
If you're feeling bored on Wednesday afternoon (30th April) ...
Howdie folks. I've been invited to spout some poetry and play some favourite tracks on a local Wirral radio station on Wednesday. I've no idea what the frequency is but this is the web link, in case anyone feels like listening to the show. The show starts at 2pm - though I might not get there till going on 2.30.
http://www.vintageradio.org.uk/
Isobel x
Monday 28th April 2014 10:24 pm
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