Alias Jinksy

A Parma Violet Memory An ancient pottery flagon adorned  Auntie's mantelpiece, hand painted violets flaunting their precious pet...

Thanks to A A Milne I'm a fan of Piglet, and naturally, of Pooh; I grew up reading stories of Tigger, Kanga, Roo, of Rabbit's od...

 Moontalk Every night I dream the sky has stars and planets rolling by like marbles, jostling on the ground. They spin, around, around,...

Tenderness Come, let me hold you now encircled in my arms body's skin to warming skin to create a sum of one. Your head lies in t...

What Is Your Plea? The judge declared, a little fraught, "Silence in court! Silence in court!" while in the dock the child ...

Locked Out Rusted metal: a missing key: both keep you away from me, O treasured keepsakes, in a box which time imprisons with its locks o...

Thanks Willow , for Magpie #32 A Question Of Timing, or Too Little Too Late. They say I've an hourglass figure, but I know this m...

Colour Therapy On a red day I painted poppies: ate sweet strawberries: pricked my finger. On a yellow day I picked celandines: nibb...

Things I should have said? Important words -'I love you'. Instead, I said 'No'. See more offerings HERE As it seems to...

Who Pays For Prayer? The cloistered nun, content with contemplation, turns her back upon the world of strife. Her time is spent in praye...

Transformation Once, a doorway opened in my mind, perception altered by a secret key. In meditative state, new worlds I found, inhabite...

Once Bitten Minnie loved her Doctor, so when she felt unwell she trotted off to see him in the hope that he could tell which nasty bu...

Overhead, stars circled the darkness as the Man pursued his chosen route towards the mountain top. The incline steepened until his muscles t...

Chalk Ghosts  Faded visions of the classroom linger. A blackboard cowers, engrained with ancient dust, remains of lessons that were neve...

REM Sleep Dreams like dandelion seed heads drift across the acres of my mind, flutter in the soft exhalation of breath that leaves my l...

The Lamp I hold steadfast vigil at this window, clothed in red, ceramic solitude, waiting to light your way through the night;   my ...

I decided I needed a place to call home for my poems to brave the world alone, with only the minimum of extraneous matter. To start the ball...