Rydia

Things to play with later. They were a gift she didn't want, apologetic, almost allergic in their knee-jerk reaction to fix some unfixable wrong Life is the default setting, the ...

14. It's getting colder There's a man living in our garden shed, sometimes I see him from the bedroom window. He doesn't always look like he's been fed. I'd make ...

13. Roll with it I rolled a die to decide what dye to use for my dehydrated hair It came up four but before I was sure there was for ...

Okay it looks like I'm aiming for half a NaPo instead. Thanks @Meshugenah for making me sit and write a bit! 10. Searching for Impressions I like to pretend I ...

Thanks @ShadowVyper! The last one was mostly tongue in cheek as my close friends definitely don't view me that way but there are a few friends of friends to whom ...

I'm really struggling to find time to poet and I'm hopefully going to replace this tomorrow but for now you get this - Baking Dependencies I baked myself into a ...

9. Baking Dependencies I baked myself into a dependency where inviting cookies means inviting me, and now to turn up empty handed means being prepared for the ever candid - ...

8. Afternoon Yearnings I miss our jam jar conversations - river bound, shoes off, blanket out, basket downed, sweets melting in mellow mouths as we skip stones, cocooned to the ...

7. Seamless I am an origami girl, folded and moulded once too many times so now there's a tear in my centre, sort of where my heart used to be.

6. Untitled My plants sit un-watered but not unwanted, it's just that I'm daunted by the prospect of leaving my seat. I seem to have defaulted into a vaulted stance ...

*Edited* I changed my mind, this one feels more meaningful. Missing Carriages Sometimes missed carriages are fast, left alone with so much past you're unbalanced, last-in-line, side-lined ready to be ...

After writing my previous poem I realised I'd stumbled accidentally on a double dactyl and of course therefore had to pen one - 5. Antibacterial Lickety Splickety Britain's prime ministry ...

4. The Non-Essential These are our extra-ordinary times, the war years of our generation, armed with only our bare, raw-scrubbed hands and a bottle of ninety-nine percent anti bacterial. This ...

3. Five Pounds Five pounds is a coffee, Maybe two at a cheapside hotel, Rich and warming but nothing to call home about. Five pounds is a birthday cake, Maybe ...

I may work on this a little more later but here's some drafty drafts: Collection Title - Other People's Problems (Because I'm not ready to talk about my own) 1. ...