
In the church singing carols
Music rises up
To the vaulted ceiling
Every note with feeling
Ralantando, piano
Notes descend and lift
Practice make perfect
Not there yet, but harmonizing
Three weeks to go
To the show!
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In the church singing carols
Music rises up
To the vaulted ceiling
Every note with feeling
Ralantando, piano
Notes descend and lift
Practice make perfect
Not there yet, but harmonizing
Three weeks to go
To the show!

So many images
So many thoughts
Ideas and colours
Going back years.
My gallery is full
I have to edit
So sometimes they go
Removed so
I can fit in more
Keep below 100
I can’t afford more
It’s just a little blog
And who’s interested?
My life written out
In dribs and drabs…

I’m still playing…
Stray, spice, slope…
Wordle got me
Fight, gates, grape….
I hear these words in my head
Trawl, choice, fears….
Saying words that fit the frame
Frame, banes, party….
Driving me madly badly silly
Batty, ratty, tatty…
Some American spellings catch me out
About, spout, trout,
Not the above!
But humour or humor?
But now my mind
Ticks… Tocks… Evoke….
Five letter W. O. R. D. S

Animal Apocalypse, a musical look at the plight of our planet. It should be very moving and thought provoking.
Bethesda Chapel, Albion Street, Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire. A methodist Chapel that is being restored to its former glory.
Today at 3pm. 3.7.2022 Tickets through Eventbrite or by donation at the door.
Featuring words, music and poems. With Sean O’Callaghan and the Clay Chorus. Devised by Robert of Etruria and Gred Stephens. Choir leader Kate Barfield.
We have been rehearsing for this for several weeks now. It’s come together really well, with the choir learning harmonies to some new and old songs, and the readings touching on the statistics of environmental issues together with classic poems and words. Should be a good event.

6% now..
I’m fading fast
It’s going to go
There’s no way
I’ll get to the end
Unless I get
This plugged in again!
My battery now
Is 5%
No tags recorded
Or categories set
So I shall finish
I shall end
Now 4%
This poe

Memories blur
Like old photos
Frosted glass
You can’t see clearly
Stains on your mind
From painful memories
The edges curl up
Fade and twist
What you remember
Might not be true
People say things
Imply things
Change the way you think
Without understanding
Without caring
To fit their stories
Making their lives better
At your expense.
Go out and hold
Your memories tight
Save them like
Green shield stamps
To pay the ferryman
Later…

Trees, huge trunks
Boughs, branches
Twigs,
Delicate traceries
Lace like patterns
Phloem and Xylem
Made of cellulose
Built of cells
Transpiring
Building blocks
Architecture
Church spires
Dendrochronology
Splendid plants.

Mummy?
Yes dear?
Is it falling feathers?
Or dandruff from god?
Is it ripped paper
White ash?
Is it magnolia petals
Or rose flowers?
Duck down
From the sky..
Could it be dessicated coconut?
I’ve never seen white flakes
Gently landing
Painting the ground
And trees
Covering the land
And houses?
Dearest
It’s Snow.
Winter used to be cold
And white.
Frozen water
Hexagonal delight.

Beautiful
Red andcblack
Flowering
Like a ladybird.
Unfurled petals
Paper thin
Rouched and rouged
Strong red
Fluffy centres
Waiting for a bee
Or a hover fly.
You are beautiful x

Ride a white horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.
I’ve started to remember old nursery rhymes…
See saw Margary Door,
She shall have a new master
She shall earn but a penny a day.
Because she can’t work any faster.
They just popped into my head. They are things I used to recite or sing to myself when I was about six or seven.
I’ve asked my hubby and he remembers
“if you stand on a nick, you’ll marry a brick and a beetle will come to your wedding’.
And ‘I wish I was a wooly worm, with wool upon my tummy, into a honey pot I’d squirm, and make my tummy gummy!,”
Nostalgia!
There was a couple, Mr and Mrs Opie that collected them and they lived in Salford, near Manchester, England. There is a whole collection of this type of verse there. I only remember this vaguely. They worked out that a rhyme could travel from the south up to the north of the country (Britain) in a week because of children repeating them. If I remember rightly. But I am getting older.