Daffodils

by | Feb 25, 2013 | Creative Writing, Florette Poem

I’ve just been walking in the hills and there I found some daffodils blooming below an old oak tree, but not like those that you would see on window sills. These were growing wispy and wild, like I remember as a child. Golden drifts blowing in the breeze,...

Break up – a Florette Poem

by | Feb 25, 2013 | Creative Writing, Florette Poem

All dressed up and ready to go,just as it was starting to snow,I heard my mobile loudly ringwith a tune that Adele does sing: it was my beau. He said that he’d be very late,he’d got himself into a state.He had drunk too many beersand now he cannot drive,...