In Memory of Pat

In Memory of Pat You were the light In our Scribblers group With your tales You’d make us laugh Your words could fill Our eyes with tears Or make us think ‘oh wow’ You really were one of a kind With a kind and loving heart You’d give to others all you had And that…

Fly Bye

Fly Bye I’m considered a nuisance, A pain and a pest. I buzz through life, I get little rest. Everyone’s got it in for me. My days are life and death. It’s like running a gauntlet. Will I take my final breath? Firstly there’s the spider, With her sneaky sticky web. She’ll capture me inside,…

Confessions of a Tawny Owl

Confessions of a Tawny Owl We are volunteers. What we do we do for free. We don’t get paid a single penny, For the time we give. We do not get stored away, With the brownie bits. We have to do a lot of work, To prepare for our weekly meets. We do have our…

A Broken Bride and A Worried Groom: a four piece poem

A Broken Bride and A Worried Groom: a four piece poem A Broken Bride. How did I get here? How did this happen? Sat on a sun lounger, With my ivy gown, Spread out around me. My tears dripping down my cheeks. The salty taste of a broken heart. I must look a right state,…

A Tribute to Julia McClay

A friend of mine lost her battle with cancer, a week today. It was a huge shock. She was only on her second round of chemo and the doctors had said it was going so well she no longer needed a bone marrow transplant so everything was going smoothly but then she got an infection…

Dogs Eye View

Dedicated to Max, our pet, one of the family ❤️ Dogs Eye View Sitting by the door I wait for your return I hear cars drive by People chatting I smell cats exploring I smell dogs Leaving their mark I listen My ears perk up My tail wags I know you’ll be here soon I’m…

Here Comes Summer

Here Comes Summer Summer is a deep warmth, Sinking through my back. Licking a dripping ice cream cone, After a burnt bbq tea. Summer is pollen. Tickling all my senses, Achoo!, Achoo!, Achoo! It’s red raw sun burn, On fair freckled skin. Its children’s laughter. Water fights, Picnics, fun and games. It’s taking two showers,…

Mutterings of a Troubled Mind

Mutterings of Troubled Mind Unravel my mind carefullyCaress the frayed edges softlyBetween finger tipsExamine them without judgementSee them with out sightCan you see my inner selfThe darkest corners of hidden thoughtThe scattered memories meant to be treasured Don't examine my faultsInstead see my sparkThe truth that is me By Katie HaighCopyright@K.Haigh

Chronically Challenged 

Chronically Challenged   I hate my lumpy bumpy bits. I hate my curvy spine. I hate my not so white teeth, That aren’t straight in a line. I hate my hunch back shoulders. My pelvis tilted up, It makes my fat stomach, Stick out just too much. I hate my wobbly clicky knees. My jaw…

Innocence on the Surface

Written at Rosie Garlands fantastic workshop yesterday with my group Langley writers   Innocence on the Surface   A picture of innocence She is a vision of youth We gaze upon this beautiful child Yet unfolding from her back Appears blackened leather like wings In a flash she flies Into the dark and terrifying woods…

Magazine Perfection

Magazine Perfection     The girl looks in the mirror. Her reflection stares back. Her magazine is reflected too, Lay open on her bed. The girl in the magazine, Catches her eye. She is what you’d call, ‘Magazine Perfection’ In comparison, The girl is imperfect. She has some extra fat, Hanging around her waist, And…