REFLECTIONS and RHYME

This poem takes a look at my ageing process and also that of my husband as we bumble along together. It is a tongue in cheek study of the changes we have seen and continue to see from needing glasses, our hearing changes, the menopause ( obviously me only), through the various new aches and pains experienced and our reactions to them. As there is little that we can do about the process, we basical...

This poem takes the listener on a walk around the old town of Bakewell in Derbyshire, England.    This is the Bakewell that I remember when growing up and is a special glimpse into a few frozen moments in time. If you are local it may trigger many memories and feelings which you thought were long gone. Even if you are not local, I suspect that it will take you back to another special town in your...

This poem contains a load of memories about dinner times at Primary School, from the meals we ate such as Cheese Pie and beans to the kind dinner ladies in their orange overalls who brought the trolleys to the tables for the very important servers to dish up. When you listen to it, I hope you hear the sounds from the kitchen, the chatter of the children and I hope you see those meals once again in...

The Village Hop  is a nostalgic walk down memory lane to the local village discos and hops which we used to go to as teenagers! Although the villages and towns mentioned in the poem are in Derbyshire, the verses will undoubtedly take you back to your youth and the parties you went to as a teenager. Wherever you spent those years, it may also remind you of some of the poignant feelings you experien...

This one, I guess is about knowing what helps to maintain your own mental health. Once again, it’s about stopping and focussing down on the small things.

This story is about waking up to find that the garden has been transformed with frosty cobwebs hanging in the trees because a spider has visited during the winter night.  I think the theme of this poem is about learning to stop for a while and look at the small but incredibly beautiful things in life.    

This is a short poem about the Derbyshire hills.    As a child I would sit and look at them initially from the village green and then from my window in Baslow, England, and be awe inspired as the night came down.   These magical memories have  given me strength and a sense of inner peace as an adult.    The poem ends with my awareness of an ultimate reunion with those hills.