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narrative

scriptwriting your way through life when someone else seems to be holding the pen all the time. You can’t just cut when you want a new scene no matter how much you want to fade out.

» Posted By raggedpoet On 08.23.2013 @ 3:27 pm

clasp

Hands…. gear sticks, the edge of the seat.. a trip back from the West Coast, hot stones, lying by the river, so very hot….

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.28.2013 @ 3:39 pm

bowling

oh no, I cant do bowling…. the green next to the cricket ground on a Sunday afternoon…. the occasional click and gentle clink of teacups, against angry shouts and the sound of bats being thrown at the pavillion.

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.25.2013 @ 2:25 pm

checkmate

Between a rock and a hard place, but there is always somewhere to go. Sometimes you have to ignore the conventions and constraints of the game, and go whichever way you can – think outside the box, or off the board.

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.23.2013 @ 2:47 pm

café

Kush, Italy, Zippy’s in Nelson, Diss upstairs above the deli – so many lunches there, the wonderful cafe in Zurich where they made the best lemon cheesecake served on a plate painted with palladium columns in a dark berry sauce…..

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.22.2013 @ 5:02 pm

burrow

into the duvet
hide from the world
with a book you need to hug
hot black tea
and a fire going
in the woodburner

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.20.2013 @ 2:51 pm

metro

Mind the Gap
Mind the Gap
two gorgeous guys
at Norwich railway station
admire their dresses
their high high heels
as they step
so elegantly down
from the train.

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.19.2013 @ 2:48 pm

welfare

Animals
Marching with Tabby
in Occold, near Eye in Suffolk
her first march, first protest
I grew an activist
in my wee Angel of the Universe
What do we want
Animal Liberation
When do we want it
NOW!!!

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.10.2013 @ 2:32 pm

trench

Trenchcoats, Humphrey Bogart, War

All lie beyond my experience, outside of my life

somewhere deep in the dark, where it is wet and muddy

I once dug a trench for an oil line with a long thin spade

and another to fill with sand, for growing carrots….

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.09.2013 @ 3:32 am

Trenchcoats, Humphrey Bogart and War

All lie beyond my experience, outside of my life

somewhere deep in the dark, where it is wet and muddy

I dug one once for an oil line with long thin spade

and another to fill with sand, for growing carrots….

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.09.2013 @ 3:29 am

flour

Christmas cake and the smell of sherry and hot mince pies from the Aga.

Children, my babies, it seems so long ago, in other lives, when we stirred wishes the cake.

Dreams that I damned and wishes whose wings I tore off

A family fairytale home in Suffolk

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.06.2013 @ 8:27 pm

vines

I remember the summer we lived in Marlborough, still the best summer we had in New Zealand I think, driving past the vineyards of the Waihopai and the Wairau Valley each day, witnessing the vine leaves turned to gold and red and then deep burgundy…. it was a magical time and my children were still children, we were all together. I miss those days so much…..

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.04.2013 @ 3:17 pm

I remember the summer we lived in Marlborough, still the best summer we had in New Zealand I think, driving past the voneyards of the Waihipai and the Wairau each day, witnessing the vine leaves turned to gold and red and then deep burgundy….

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.04.2013 @ 3:16 pm

bagel

Paris on a plane when I was 13, we went with the company Mum worked for. It was my first flight and I was very excited… I remember we got lost and I proudly used my schoolgirl French to ask the way to our hotel. I can almost remember the name of the square.. but not quite. We climbed the Eiffel tower and had to use an old cast iron pan to warm the freezing bed. The plumbing in the hotel was really bad, we could everything clanking all through the night. I remember believing the baguettes were called bagels and it wasn’t until years later that I realised that a bagel was actually a hard round doughnut thing popular with Americans…. nothing remotely French about it…..

» Posted By raggedpoet On 04.03.2013 @ 2:12 pm

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