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Timothy Winters       Charles Causley Timothy Winters comes to school With eyes as wide as a football pool, Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters: A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters.His belly is white, his neck is dark, And … Continue reading →

Table     Edip Cansever               Apologies, no room on the actual wall for all the lines A man filled with the gladness of living Put his keys on the table, Put flowers in a copper bowl there. He put his … Continue reading →

What if this road, that has held no surprises these many years, decided not to go home after all; what if it could turn left or right with no more ado than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin were … Continue reading →

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where … Continue reading →

100 years afterwards we remember the Battle of Passchendale   Memorial Tablet – Poem by Siegfried Sassoon Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight, (Under Lord Derby’s Scheme). I died in hell— (They called it Passchendaele). My wound … Continue reading →

The ‘wall’ was carried off five months ago. I have a smaller one now and hope to carry on.  Poem by Simon Armitage And if it snowed and snow covered the drive he took a spade and tossed it to … Continue reading →

Hijab Scene#7                          Mohja Kahf   No, I’m not bald under the scarf No, I’m not from that country Where women can’t drive cars No, I would not like to defect I’m already American But thank you for offering What else … Continue reading →

. Prayer                                 Carol Ann Duffy   Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself. So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden … Continue reading →

You need to practise the ‘ch’ sound here.   SCOTTISH NAMES      Raymond Vettese I love the names o Scotland; Ecclefechan, Auchenblae, Fordoun, Gourdon, Forfar, Kirkcudbright, Dunnichen, Echt, Panadram, Drumtochty, And wha could ignore Auchtermuchty?   I love the names o … Continue reading →

  The Guest House   Rumi  Words from seven centuries agoTranslated by Coleman Barks This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. … Continue reading →