Authorz: Sally Plumb

When Hettie Norman rolled down the bank into an amazing bed of stinging nettles, she didn’t half shriek. It made me feel weak. She kicked…

There are times when waking she thinks death has brushed by her in the night. Teasing with cold, colourless, slow wings a quaking heart still…

This jigsaw puzzle of memory, made of random thoughts, lay on the table disguised as a book. Wanna look? Sally Plumb

The shadow on the sundial was a minute past memory leaving something beautiful far in the past, unknown to anyone but the shadow. Sally Plumb

Love is impertinant. It encroaches the mind without invitation, makes itself at home like a familiar neighbour, lives on your generosity of thought, in time,…

My mind is full of all that you give. However unreal, its truthfulness lives. There is no torture of mind with you. I think my…

I worry with you when you don’t sleep in the depth of the night, in the deep, grey, deep. When the moon is quiet and…

You’ve killed my chickens, Reynard. Before the light of day you slyly ambled into their house and stole their lives away. My dutiful, fat brown…

Frame me magic tragically dead. It lies in my cold memory. Ice sharp its picture scars me with his exact unkissed beauty. All time is…

I stand on your shadow to stop you leaving. An unbelieving scream from your soul rips the blackness as you dissapear, your two horns polished…

I don’t do love because I’m too old. I don’t do love, because I’m too cold. The want for life and love is gone. I’m…

Dream on, dearie, deep in pillow, your ever knit brow is slackened now. In lifes escapement takes ones time. Carry its silence with unsung rhyme.…

The house was named Chastity. Then — along came love. He loosened the door, and out flew a dove. Sally Plumb

Snow of solitude and silver white. Sunlight yellow pale in a silent sky, drift together, weather tied and cold, as the old year stills and…

Love is a curse. It eradicates reason, and worse — I don’t know if you’re friend or foe. Sally Plumb

Anger threatens and bursts through fast. The swelling breast stretches the sinews of all being. With strife the builds of some betrayel clings to mind,…

Winter’s cold. The year grows old. Trees are bare. No flowers fair do bloom. The day it’s dark And night fires spark. The stream is…

I looked into the eyes of the moon and he smiled and said, go soon, you’ll never, won’t ever, together again be. I stood there…

Old man sun knows Where I hide. In cool seclusion I abide. Craftily he steals The shade And flirts with glee Where I am laid.…

The river seems deep, could I drown in it? The sky is asleep, shallI rest in it? If the tree is alive, will I grow…