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Bun Penny
By Margaret Jennings When I was a child, my mother gave me a bun penny and told me that whenever I found myself in trouble I should ask Queen Victoria what to do and she [… read more ]
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Compost Heap
By Sue Harper Sarah’s partner remarked: ‘I do hope someone cooks dinner.’ That seemed rather a passive-aggressive formulation, Sarah thought. Why not ask her outright? After all, she did it every single day. ‘Will you [… read more ]
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Your Beautiful Eyes
By Christine Lawrence The first thing I noticed about him was his eyes. One eye was a vivid blue and the other a strange shade of brown flecked with gold. I tried to look away [… read more ]
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Summer Magic
By Joan Farnell With a whirring of wings the pigeon took to the air, startled by the crunching of my feet on the gravel path. It was quiet here underneath the trees in Foxes Forest. [… read more ]
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The Cat Catches a Pheasant
By Christine Lawrence Standing on his hind legs, sure he’d heard a sound from the other end of the garden, he stretched his neck, sniffed the air and listened. His eyes were not his best [… read more ]
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Tongues & Grooves Portsmouth #WritingChallenge3
Maggie Sawkins, who leads local poetry and creative group Tongues & Grooves has unleashed a local #writingchallenge and they kindly let us publish the responses. This week’s challenge is to write a poem of 14 lines in which [… read more ]
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Tongues & Grooves Portsmouth #WritingChallenge2
Maggie Sawkins, who leads local poetry and creative group Tongues & Grooves has unleashed a local #writingchallenge and they kindly let us publish the responses. This week’s challenge is to write a Cinquain, a syllabic form invented [… read more ]
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Tongues & Grooves Portsmouth #WritingChallenge1
Last week, Maggie Sawkins, who leads local poetry and creative group Tongues & Grooves unleashed a local #writingchallenge and they kindly let us publish the responses. Make sure you get involved and give Tongues and Grooves [… read more ]
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Sky Food
By Sue Harper After the Great Blizzard, Portsmouth looked like the North Pole. Snow was six feet high in the streets, deeper where it had drifted, and little narrow walkways were excavated where people could [… read more ]
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Planting Nature – A Walk In The Woods
By Bruce Parry It’s when I went off track across a wild bit that I found a full size walnut tree…just on its own, not with others, just on its own…just there in the middle…on [… read more ]