Month: November 2018

The darting cobalt blue, streak of yellow gold swiftly passes snatching tasty seed then – flees to hide, green amongst the laurel leaves which tremble and close in its wake. —– Peeping out eye bright, he fixes upon a nutty gem. The seething bush releasing a wild friend, who like a salmon leaping over a… Continue reading The Blue Tit

Begging Children at Railway Stations   She cut her first tooth on poverty, rich with its variations of pain, depression and disgrace   Her parents dead, the last resort with her brother taken in by promises weighted with threats.   He held her hand gingerly,      waiting for the next train as it discharged, distracted, dodging… Continue reading poverty