Skeleton Architecture

This is a poem I wrote in response to The Prompt from Sara at Mum Turned Mom . I first wrote it thinking of the current situation in British politics, but in the darkness of the terrible event in Manchester recently it also speaks to that situation. I am so sorry for all those who lost loved ones, who were hurt, who were terrorised by the bomb that went off in Manchester.  I am also sorry for all of our young men and women whose fears are targetted by groups like ISIS.  There is always an increase in racism and in anti-immigrant feeling after an event such as this, whipped up by those who wish to keep the people divided and voting for those that would keep the rich rich and the poor in 'their place'. We all get caught up in things, and it is always important to question our thoughts, as well as what we're told.  We do not have to stay on this road to division and hatred. We can stop, help each other, just as the people of Manchester came together to help each oth

Today, for Prose for Thought (which I've just realised, I never share prose on - sorry!), I'm sharing my poem about Chocolate. There's a bit of a chocolate theme to the blog lately isn't there? The last post was all about chocolate too . I'm blaming the Easter eggs which are still sitting on top of the kitchen cupboards. I'd say we're all bored of chocolate, but it's really just the kids. I'm desperate to make it into cakes and sauces, cookies and truffles, but I'm not allowed. 😢 Anyhow, I wrote this poem for the Scottish Book Trust last year, and you'll find it on their website here , but I'm now able to share it right here, so here it is - a bit of chocolatey goodness for all you lovelies. Chocolate All my life I've loved chocolate. The love is in my genes, and some would say (the cheeky ones) it's also in my jeans.  I passed my love of chocolate to my babes in the womb. They drank it in their breastmilk and dan