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Mum,

September 3, 2018January 17, 2021 ~ cathystrings ~ 2 Comments

I love that you painted the Rolling Stones on your bedroom wall. Life size. In black. And that you danced with Rod Stewart. And that you climbed the Christmas tree in the market square with your best friend. And the story of how you first met dad down the folk club, and that you thought … Continue reading Mum,

A little bit of tokenism

January 24, 2018January 17, 2021 ~ cathystrings ~ 2 Comments

Four daughters:  "What would you like for your birthday, dad?" They are braced for the standard reply. Dad:  "Just a little bit of tokenism, don't go mad." The four heave a collective sigh. When pressed to expound his thoughts, regarding possible birthday treats, the sisters are most underwhelmed, by dad's predictable: "socks and sweets." So … Continue reading A little bit of tokenism

Wedding words

May 28, 2017January 17, 2021 ~ cathystrings ~ Leave a comment

Once upon a time, a lovely dark haired anaesthetist, of the German kind, asked a lady writer to embark on a top secret mission. A mission to combine words and joy and love. A secret literary quest, the findings of which were only to be revealed on the day of his wedding to his true … Continue reading Wedding words

Today I will write a poem

April 13, 2017January 17, 2021 ~ cathystrings ~ 5 Comments

Today I will write a poem, I think, it feels like a good thing to do. But my head is lacking coherent words and my rollerball hasn't a clue. Inspiration is playing a rascally trick, an elaborate hide and seek. Despite me hunting my hardest, it turns out I'm lacking technique. I extend my search … Continue reading Today I will write a poem

She met him at the bus stop

March 3, 2017January 17, 2021 ~ cathystrings ~ Leave a comment

She met him at the bus stop on a wet day in July. He smiled a smile that stopped her breath and made her insides sigh. She stood and stared and still he smiled, oblivious to his power. She could have stood and stared all day hour after hour. Lost inside his paperback he did … Continue reading She met him at the bus stop

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