[tabby title="Poem"] Called ‘Cat’s Cradle’, the art displayed,when grandma knitting, wool around,absorbing, simple, games we played,that finger picking, cheek by jowl. We focussed as the shapes evolved,those intricate and complex moves;so often, the puzzle nearly solved,dissolved as laughter as our...

[tabby title="Poem"] Pollution is a dirty word -agreement right around the world,though not in common meaning usedin commerce and environment. The business, economic wealthholds health beneath financial stealth;their final will and testamentto future heirs, both scar and scare. Green guardians,...

[tabby title="Poem"] Dead leaves, sea treasure chest, transport,the story of tea, clipper sail,rigged vessel of the company;once caddy locked, Nilgiri hills,one scoop for each plus ‘one for pot’,then cosy capped against cool draught,bone china cup with pinkie crooked,more likely mug...

[tabby title="Poem"] It’s all of rhythm under stars,as if the music of the spheres,sound some slow beat, more silent glide,the mouse’s heartbeat always fast.Wings slice through darkness, cutting night,tight timing, swoop and talons taut,slight final wafting, feather lightas whiskers creep,...

[tabby title="Poem"] ‘Here in Africa’, ‘there’ for most,a famine screened, more tribal wars,corruption - hidden in the west -but best, some game played on the veld,safari horsepower - we were there. A train of lenses, more than beasts -is this...