Silks and Spices in the Time of Marco Polo

We recently visited Venice, one of the places where Marco Polo is reputed to have been born. At the time, I must have been about 13 and we were learning about the Middle Ages. The cinnamon, the pepper The nutmegs and the cloves The strong spicy ginger The smell of it he loves The incense… Continue reading Silks and Spices in the Time of Marco Polo

The Twelve Months of the Year

Apparently, I was nine when I wrote this. It was published in a magazine for my local Girls Brigade. January Jack Frost’s fingers tickling my toes But when I look, away he goes The robin singing his sweet melody Especially, ’specially just for me February Again the nimble fingers of Jack Frost come Mostly he… Continue reading The Twelve Months of the Year

Daffodil

Here lies spring Golden crowns Daffodils across the downs Shimmering gold of secrets untold Babbling stream against the rocks Look up there! Looking high? See shimmering gold in the sky Here she lies amongst them Here she’ll never be seen Clusters and bunches of them Daffodil, the queen!