The penultimate stone
Now what shall it be?
I thought about mademoiselle pussy cat
but she’s evading me
I twice walked past the hedge today
or where it used to be
it’s now a deep and flooded ditch
that makes my chest go tight
my very first stone of January
was the seed of old mans beard
now blown and vanished in the night
for you I snapped daffodowndillies
and graceful silver birch trees
I wrote of my own red nose
beckoning wide blue estuaries
baked Camembert for tea
I’ve dropped you down in India
shown you a rainbow with two ends
and I’ve swept away bad spirits
to make you smile my friends
so now there’s just tomorrow
and then what shall I do
maybe stick around for February
casting nuggets for you!
Lucid Gypsy 
Now that would be a good idea!!
well written Gilly. loved it! I might just carry on with February stones, its the only way i can keep disciplined to write!
we hope so gilly … and more poetry please 😀
Well Gilly after this i can’t wait for the last…
Lol yes! enough already from the crazy rambling old crone!
This is a quite beautiful reflection on the month.
Isn’t it interesting the way we always need to look back before
we can go forward??? Well done, Gilly …
Hugs,
Izzy xxoxoxo
Thank you – it has been a month to remember.
Thanks you’re so kind!
I’m learning English, reading your poems,
liked the lines:
I thought about mademoiselle pussy cat
I wrote of my own red nose
baked Camembert for tea
casting nuggets for you!
Oh Frizz I’m not the best person to learn from – I make up words and play havoc with grammar just for the fun of it! But I’m pleased you like reading 🙂
Simply wonderful…cast away!