Monthly Archives: August 2020

Faraday’s law

A little bit of Sunday afternoon nerdity inspired by the twisted mouse’s EMI: Continue reading

25 Comments

Filed under poem

leadership training VI

The last leadership training session was this week, so here’s the (w)rap-up to the series (sing along with me):

I don’t need your SCARF
wrapped around my neck. Continue reading

3 Comments

Filed under poem, rants

the maiden, the mother and…

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “transition”:

From the maiden to the mother, Continue reading

20 Comments

Filed under poem

leadership training V

This week’s leadership training session was all about how to manipulate – sorry, influence – people by finding their levers, so they are attached to you and the organisation with ‘authentic commitment’. Which of course brought to mind the book of Job, which begins “There was a man in the land of Uz…”. How could I resist such a temptation….

1
There was an Institution in the land of Oz,
And that Institution had a Job. Continue reading

6 Comments

Filed under poem, rants

a stub in the night

Drawn from the depths of sleep
by a plaintive call, Continue reading

5 Comments

Filed under poem

endless pursuit

earth_shadow2_crop

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt “night meets day“:

Night chases day
and day chases night
in endless circles about the Earth – Continue reading

20 Comments

Filed under musings, poem

yet more Sunday morning ha’ sonnets

The dawn chorus begins…

Magpie song flows
a clear, bright stream Continue reading

5 Comments

Filed under poem

leadership training IV

 [an owl,
I fly through a window Continue reading

6 Comments

Filed under poem

once upon a summer gloaming…

In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt, fairy, a poem about flying ants – which are very fey, in their own way. They swarm one night a year in late summer, usually after rain, and every year they catch me by surprise: 

Once upon a summer gloaming
a cloud of fey-folk filled the air. Continue reading

13 Comments

Filed under poem

even more Sunday morning ha’ sonnets

There’s a pig at the door Continue reading

2 Comments

Filed under pig, poem