Skeleton Architecture

Trick or Treat When shall we three meet again? A fancy spa, a pamper day. When the hurlyburly's done we'll kick back and have some fun. Prosecco bubbling in the glass, facials, nails, hot stone massage. We'll flee the fog and filthy air; robes of white we all shall wear. We three shall put the world to rights, for foul is fair for day and night. ©   Cara L McKee, 26th January 2016  

Painting past Peppa Painting past Peppa Pig in purple atop pink; Peppa's eyes peering through the purple painty stink. Pack away pink lampshades! Purple's in. Pink is out. Perhaps another coat will cover Peppa's snout? ©   Cara L McKee, 21st January 2016  

Having had a bit of a rant about gratitude the other day, today I'm clearly in a better mood, because I'm doing one of the posts I missed out in last year's gratitude challenge . Today I'm talking about my job. For the last ten years, my job was being a full time Mum. That was what worked best for our family. This year my youngest child started school and that changed. After 3pm my kids are still my top priority, but while they're at school, I get to focus on other stuff. That has been overwhelming. This six hours a day between 9am and 3pm seemed to stretch ahead of me, full of boundless possibilities.  But then reality struck. There are never enough hours in the day. I started doing all the stuff I'd not had time for - more writing, more crafting, more photos... and I didn't manage to finish anything. But, you know, that's OK. I don't have to do all the things. Having the chance to do more has enabled me to categorise... Making stu

This poem was inspired by the sad death of David Bowie at the turn of the year. He will be missed. It's a villanelle, because I like working on complicated poems. My favourite song of Bowie's is Letter to Hermione (it's mentioned in the poem). It inspired me to write a graphic novel when I was a teenager. I have no idea where it went, and, given my drawing skills, that is a good thing for everyone. My favourite villanelle is Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath . This is not a patch on that, but practice makes perfect. This poem has been selected for inclusion in Forward Poetry's anthology 'Inspirational Idols', coming out this Autumn. You read it first, here. Gone. You were, I thought, a light that would not go. Outside I look up but cannot see he'en. There came a time we couldn't help but know. You hid your scars and went on with the show. You kept on dancing right up to the end. You were, I thought, a light that would not go. We all

New And you are new! In pink, in blue, and sleep and dreams I do eschew; our days in play at keekaboo, and cows say moo and cats go mew, and my task to  clean up the poo; the unknown goo, and find the shoe,  and gaze at you. You change my view. Completely you, but who ?  And where's your shoe? ©   Cara L McKee, 4th January 2016