‘TWAS THE ALTERNATIVE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

‘Twas the night before Christmas and, from our abode, I could see the lights glowing, along Marsworth Road.   The stockings were hung, By the chimney with thought, And up on the mantle, A small glass of port…   And a mince pie for Santa, And carrots and fruits, For his bold, faithful reindeer, Such […]

Wonder bra

When I was a teen, so absorbent, My friend and I would share our coins, To buy a magazine.   We’d huddle on a bench – slatted, Or on a bank, with Mars wrappers – scattered, Cool pages across our knees, Glossy, exciting, promising Lives we would never live. Perfect bodies and laughing faces, Set in […]

Walking the Dog in the Chalk Meadow

Oxeye daisy

These daisies, Ox eyed, Damask and canary, Brushing my legs, They dance in soft air in their thousands, with devout faces that watch the sun wherever it hangs. Ecstatic worshipers, giving more attention than my small students. I dawdle through humming heat, searching for brave orchids among the tender vetch and yolk-ish buttercups. Butterflies: small, […]

On Reading 50 Shades of Grey – by a dear friend

This ‘pome’ was written by a good friend, whose hobby is writing what she calls ‘ditties’. This particular piece made me laugh, and mirrors my own sentiments concerning the book in question.   Now, desire and arousal are highly subjective, But reading this book left me feeling defective, Just what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I […]

I Cooked it up

(copyright Sue Nicholls. Just ask and link back if you want to use it) I’ve lost the urge for cooking, I think I’m round the bend, I love to eat and entertain my family and friends, But when I think about it, it’s not the will to sup, I’ve lost, Oh no not that at […]

Conkers

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Don’t you hate to sit in the sun and see those conkers growing and hailing in the autumn? (copyright Sue Nicholls. Just ask and link back if you want to use it) Conkers, Clonkers, Prickly gonads in frilly leaf underwear, Waiting to drop. Suspended reminders, That these balmy, aimless, dreaming days, Face warmed, Bird song, […]

Mother

I wrote this for my mum on her 80th birthday so it belongs to her. That said I’m sure she won’t mind. My mum wrote a book about her childhood so that her grand children would realise how different life was when she was young. I found the whole process of editing the book and […]

Ode de Toilet(te)

Copyright Sue Nicholls. Just ask and link back if you want to use it This poem is on the wall in our loo to beseech people not to chuck any old rubbish into our macerator. We didn’t want a macerator one bit, But we needed something to process our ?squit?, Which needed to be, shall […]

Hot Tottie

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My Husband says I’m hot in bed, Well he’s hot too. With the sheets thrown off, our naked bodies writhe and buck in the gloomy, curtained air. We’ve been married for 30 years but at night still we steam, Not bad for an old pair. His hand reaches for mine, ‘Get away!’ say I, you’re […]