Thanks for the poetry ...
I wasn't exactly inundated with poetry after my request on World Poetry Day, but I am grateful for those who found the time. Here - published as promised and donation to Cancer Research UK made. Strictly Drip-stand Dancing with a drip-stand, it ‘aint easy, its tubes and wires threaten to impede attempts at forward motion; Bloody-minded it has five wheels so thinks that it should lead. It helps a lot if you pick the right tune for your vaguely ballroom progress to the loo, something like a graceful waltz or foxtrot (a Charleston, jive or quickstep just won’t do). There’s just one more thing that you should remember, to avoid an unexpected tango dip, don’t forget to take the damn thing’s plug out before you set off upon your trip! Samantha Newbury Bramingham Woods – May The tide of Spring has broken in the woods and now the blackthorn drips with foaming spray. Wide pools of bluebells lap the beeches’ roots; Legacy of the wa