Hippy me

Part of my what is beauty collection. I am a hippy.

The best part about this was finding things around my house i would attach to my hair. Like shoe laces and weird bobbles I cant use that you used to get when you were little.

Today, i've been at work and its been hell. So busy, who the hell comes out in the pouring rain? I have no idea but it's been busy. SO many dishes to wash.

Not a lot to report today guys. Tomorrow will bring more.



Happy Blipping.


The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas
where we would dive for pearls. My lover's words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he'd written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer's hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -
I hold him in the casket of my widow's head
as he held me upon that next best bed.