Poetry Women

Walking away

A picture perfect picnic

In a tapestry like field

Spritely spring lambs

Fresh white coats

Leaping in the distance

Cold and crisp champagne

fresh juicy strawberries

A basket full of tasty delights

Her favourite chocolate truffles

A contrasting gesture

From the night before

Flashbacks of a fist

A shattered glass, spots of blood

False  pretences, promises and lies

Now is the time to say goodbye

A final picnic, yet no appetite

She walks away for the last time

There are no goodbyes

waiting with solitary thoughts

Staring at the sparkling ring

He knows it’s too late

Decisions Poetry Women

A Personal Decision

Subconsciously fingers entwining in long locks

Eyes squinting

Teeth biting bottom lip

Motion of eyes to the left, right and then closed to darkness

Yet the mind is full of darkness

She makes the hardest decision of her young life

She will do this and fight as Joan of Arc fought her many battles

This warrior Queen will beat her death sentence unlike Joan

She will live beyond 19 as this will not take her life, just her womb

As she opens her eyes she lowers her head in silent agreement 

to this unwelcome, but essential intrusion 

The glimmer of light shinning through the stark blinds

gives her hope as she takes a deep breath and faces her future

without children.



Pretty yellow daffodil

Simply Gemini


Oh pretty yellow daffodil

You sit alone today

Amongst the bolder tulips

You brighten up my day


The poor little droopy snowdrops

Remind us winters gone

We see the shooting crocuses

Pushing up so strong


The pretty little cherry blossom

Stands guarding the spring flora

Perhaps the other daffodils

Will bloom with you tomorrow







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squiggles, doodles, swirls and curves

insignificant patterns

no words

no words left

for me to say

ill save them for a better day

Jane Austen Poetry Uncategorized

Oh to be Jane!

Jane Austen rice

Oh to be Jane
In her Regency gown
Walking along
The pretty spa town

Writing of love
And consequence
Playing the piano
And pondering with pen

For you dear Jane
I’d play you host
For you are the lady
I admire the most

I’d serve you tea
Of the finest kind
To discover you Jane
Was my greatest find

I’d be your confidant
And greatest friend
My favourite pen
I would gladly lend

We’d talk of fashion,
music and Art
It’s such a shame
We are years apart

Over 200 years
Of admiration
You have had
I’m sure you’d be thinking
You’ve not done bad!

A most famous author
A lady of history
Still much of your life
Remains a mystery

You left no journals
Of your daily thoughts
But I imagine your character
From the books I have bought

Poetry Seasons Uncategorized

These yellow roses
I give to you
Hope they stop you
feeling blue

This winter, look for colour
To brighten up your days
The ever changing seasons
Will continue to amaze

Adorn your Christmas tree
With silver and gold
Add a splash of red
A picture to behold

Look out for the rainbow
Brightening dreary days
The patterns from the sun
Blended with the haze

Before you know it
The snow will disappear
Hello pretty daffodils
Spring is here!

Cute little lambs
A pleasure to be seen
Tiny little ducklings
Waddling across the green

We say goodbye to spring
It’s summertime at last
Yes those winter blues
So quickly have they past




Shattered dreams turned to dust
Colours disappear
Nothing sparkled anymore
Nothing for her here
Sun behind the clouds
Moon just a hint
Her eyes that sparkled once
Lost that twinkly glint
Waking up
Sun peeking through
A glimmer of hope
There in view
Moon shining
Clear and bright
Stars sparkling
Through the night
Sparkles are back
In her eyes
Twinkling, shimmering sparkles
Happy times


The unfinished poem

As I walk by the rushing stream

And plan my life with dreams

I stop and watch the world go by

And often wonder why…

I invite you to finish the unfinished poem,

Love Gemini


Happy Valentines Day all you dancers! Shall we dance?

Simply Gemini


Listening to the radio

Our favorite song plays

I look at him

and he says..

”shall we dance?”

Of course I oblige

I always do

”There is not much I adore more

than dancing with you”

Strolling through town

on a sunny day

The street players singing

and you say

”shall we dance?”

My lover and I

dance every day

Under the night moon

and the light of the day

Wrapped in his arms

My head on his chest

My dancing lover

Is surely the best

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David Hockney interview 1966

I cam across this interview whilst browsing and it made me smile!