A short poem about Streatham Endless traffic, souped up cars, Farmers’ markets, craft ale bars. Much loved common, ancient trees, Lofty views, soft breeze...
Tag: London
Breeze full of promise
Short poem As I lie in my bed, The sound of cars in the night On a nearby road, Remind me of the sea...
Wishing you a happy Advent
I have previously blogged on how much I love Advent. But this year I just wasn't feeling it. I was a bit meh. A bit bear that's hungover from drinking the dregs of beer cans she's found in a hedge. A bit distant...So I came up with my own kind of Advent calendar to cheer myself up...
cloud cocoa 