The market is vibrant, full of life
A kaleidoscope of fruits, flowers, painted ceramics
An escape for all from the daily strife
A chance to … Read the rest
Author: George Ruddock
The Last Slow Song
It is that time, the night is done
The last slow song is about to play
The party is over and so are we
This … Read the rest
Echoes
The echoes of the past walk with us
We think we have forgotten
But in a tiny corner of our mind
They wait for us … Read the rest
Carpets
A carpet of leaves beside the road
Golden colours on a green canvas
How quickly colours change and drop
You have to look, to wonder, … Read the rest
Please See Me
I am now empty, alone
Once a home, now a war zone
If you stop and listen
You will hear me moan
Sons and daughters … Read the rest
An Autumn Dawn
Shades of different hues
Hang across a county road
Green is turning to red
As we hear Autumn’s tread
The light of Summer is gone… Read the rest
The Lady in the School
Her hair as dark as night
Eyes of black sapphire
The lady in the school
Always casts a radiant light
Black hair tied like a … Read the rest
The Circle
I am alone in the circle
I see the people, I hear the voices
And I crave silence to rest easy
But the world gives … Read the rest
Never
Years have gone, time has flown
Yes, she is a ruin, an empty shell
Yet once, a long-time age, this house was known
She hosted … Read the rest
The Spirit of Nature
The Autumn mist hangs across the land
And deep in the shrouded trees
The spirits of nature wander free
Hidden in the mist, enjoying the … Read the rest