Bondig Bank

In the sweet warmth of summertime I wait to watch the men from the monk’s lair. Low bushes and rushes hug the riverbank And the fields are full of stools of willow Sprouting dense, vigorous rods That sway and clack in the breeze. Here come the lay-brothers Rowing across from the stone place, Plain caps … Read more

Three Lions on a Shirt – thanks to Henry the First

Three Lions on a shirtJules Rimet still gleamingThirty years of hurtNever stopped me dreaming Ah, there is something so comforting about that football chant. First of all, no one minds if you sing it out of tune and, more importantly, if it is on the TV it means that the grief of the end of … Read more

Well-presented riverside property…

“What a wonderful view!” they gush. They always gush. And then they wonder. “Why are you selling?” When they say that, I hear a demonic cackle from the bay window, which, despite being newly-glazed, leaks, as does the new door. They can’t hear it, and they can’t hear the walls and floors and roof taunting … Read more

Never Too Late

“Never too late! Never say never! There are so many rays of sunshine from the positive thinkers on social media,” Don mused as he munched his toast and jam. “Bless them.” He sighed. He had been feeling very lonely since the untimely death of his wife of thirty-four years. Not that they had been the … Read more

Christmas Trees

Bauble-dripping tree We cherish for just two weeks Our Christmas comfort…. That was a haiku I wrote for a Marlow Writers’ Society Christmas gathering. I love to see a heavily-laden Christmas tree. I don’t bother to get one for my sad little flat, because early December is a great time to visit National Trust properties … Read more

Fuel for thought

I like a mug of black coffee to kick-start my heart and brain first thing in the morning, particularly if it’s a writing day! I can remember, from before hearing loss, loving the blues-rock anthem to black coffee, sung powerfully by Beth Hart – Black coffee is my thing, it’s what I need. A hot … Read more

White Pearls

The most precious sight In dreary February Rain kissing snowdrops. : : First published (as E Rogers) in Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku, edited by Gabriela Marie Milton, Published by Literary Revelations LLC ISBN 979-8-9913325-9-0 : Photo by Julie Adams

The True New Year

New leaves, wisps of green Hundreds shimmer in Spring sun Silver bark below. : : First published in Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku, edited by Gabriela Marie Milton, Published by Literary Revelations LLC ISBN 979-8-9913325-9-0