The bull of the Boleyn makes its stand,
Its lands to never fall.
How fitting that Liz of that line,
Made a matador armada stall?
Crimson’s Challenge 30 Jan 2019
Slumbering twigs frozen – in their Winter’s sleep,
Braving frosts biting and drifting snows so deep,
Their buds awaiting wake-up call, Spring’s promises to keep.
TLT Throwback – Year 3: Five 31 Jan 19
My mind it does stray, keeping me from sleep,
Wool-gathering, my thoughts wander,
Chasing rabbits – rather than counting sheep.
These ideas tossed and juggled, too many to ponder,
Conspiring to rob me – of my blissful slumber.
Weekend Writing Prompt #92 – Wool-Gathering (36 words) 2 Feb 19
I have lived a life within the wire – surrounding many a base,
The security it provides -to keep others at bay,
In body and mind – oft left us the prisoners of the place.
Three Line Tales, Week 158 – 7 Feb 2019
Home and warm, we recline –
Before a cheery blaze,
Restoring us from the toils – of our busy days.
TLT Throwback – Year 3: Six 7 Feb 2019
A narrow way among the Broads –
Under sky wide, but shy of trees –
For Norwich’s warmth, the peat removed,
Leaving lands flat and an inland sea.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #14 13 Feb 19
Love is patient, love is kind,
Love they say, can even be blind,
Yet its simply shown in two curved lines.
TLT Throwback – Year 3: Seven 14 Feb 19
Love it lifts you, takes you high,
Captures your breath, makes you fly,
It carries you upwards, beyond the sky.
Three Line Tales, Week 159 14 Feb 19