Author - Sue Mullinger and Gill Kirkby

INSOMNIA

Again I cannot sleep. A herd of prancing sheep Have failed in their one mission. But they stare They’re totally confused, and I am not amused There’s...

Where’s Grandma?

“Have you seen mum?” “No, not for ten minutes” replied Jennifer. “I saw her when we got down from the dodgems! I think that was the last time!” “Yes...

Plain Sailing

The natural made rock structure looked magnificent in the moonlight. It was a cold October evening with numerous stars in the sky but Joe and Mary...

Falling Leaves

There’s something comforting about walking on falling leaves, Love nothing more than being out on windy, sunny days! In late September, I can see the...

Dancing by Gill Kirkby

DANCING Forget the waltz and tango, the cha cha and fandango And ballerinas balancing on toes While staring open jawed, we can be overawed So do our...

Just Me by Sue Mullinger

Just Me Is that another wrinkle or a crease from sleeping? I stare hard at the mirror and at first feel like weeping! Then I think, come on Sue, you...

In a Word by Sue Mullinger

In a Word Her two sons, Paul and Ryan, were very different in character and rates of development. Paul the elder boy was outgoing but Ryan was clingy...

Boredom Erased by Sue Mullinger

Boredom Erased Its’ not stopped raining! Mobiles’ gone awry! I wish the sun would shine; wish day soon dry! Today dragged, hour longer than one...

HORNS by Gill Kirkby

HORNS The word “horn” is quite strange, susceptible to change A projection on the head, and a hard mass Take a bull by them is bad, it’ll charge when...

Poem: In the Sea

In The Sea For three weeks’ the sun shone. Every day the temperatures were above average. Sharon remarked to her daughters walking along the sea...