August 22, 2016

A Polite Man is Gone | #CapturedInWords


This grief is a quiet visitor
Waiting for its turn to speak
Gently, holding up its hand as if to say
Don't mind me

This grief comes in the dead of night
Not to wake, but to stir
And hold you a while
In contemplation

For all the trouble you caused when living
Your life without regard for consequence
Your answer was
To put the kettle on
Shall I put the kettle on, mate?
You'd say

I'll put the kettle on
And recall when I said goodbye
You nodded and shrugged
Your one, good eye glassed over
As I kissed you on the cheek

This grief it comes without words
It comes and goes more often than you did
In your heartbreaking, politest manner
Telling me to put the kettle on

Don't mind me
Just put the kettle on, mate
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August 21, 2016

Sunday Morning Haiku | #CapturedInWords

Sunday Morning Haiku | #CapturedInWords
Sunday stirs softly A sip, a moment in time Alone with my tea
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August 20, 2016

A Weekend Walk #13

A Weekend Walk #13
Playing like nobody's watching.  Word on the Water, Granary Square. 
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August 18, 2016

Cafes in North London

Cafes in North London
It's hard to swing a cat around this city without hitting a cafe, all claiming to serve speci...
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August 08, 2016

Ice Cream Cupcakes | Celia's Saucer

Ice Cream Cupcakes | Celia's Saucer
Sometimes, you just have to make your own summer. If you're short of an ice cream van, th...
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