Our monthly Market Day is this Saturday! We will have a dozen stalls with a broad range of goods on offer including arts & crafts, books and clothes, and all manner of bric a brac. It’s all undercover at Centrepoint Arcade from 11am-3pm.
Several of our tenant art studios will also be open as well as the May’d Shop.
Saturday 17th August 132 Little Malop St Geelong Market Day 11am-4pm
The Olympics are over Now! Is an appropriate time For our ancient and humble moon To accept the shiniest medal For being the friendly games All around the World, marathon champion During the endless days and sleepless nights Our timeless warrior of the sky Was the competitors overseeing, quiet achiever
Henceforth I duly declare The “All Nations” podium belongs to the moon For today, tonight, and all of our tomorrow’s
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Couldn’t See the Moon”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-couldnt-see-the-moon/
Musette: three verses first line – 2 syllables second line – 4 syllables third line – 2 syllables rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e the title reflects the poem’s content
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend’s Challenge is the word Mislead. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Here, my poem is about the ‘Midday Moon’ being “Misled”
Last week, my poems were about nature’s theatrical light shows, and today’s Throwback poem is a very appropriate choice. Originally written in August 2019, and as is my way, I have rehashed my poem …
Sundown’s Flight
When I’m physically able And feeling stable I like to stroll down my dead-end lane And study the sky’s weather vane
I see twilight clouds on the run Being corralled by the setting sun Shredding prisms of light, tonight’s benediction Bright orange and grey, tomorrow’s ritzy prediction From the horizon’s flamboyant ballet A jazzy indication that storms are on the way
Then the shadowed treeline, merges with the cloudy red kites And I stand here witnessing sundown’s dazzling flight