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Love is …
By Kate MacDonald My love is On a washing line Fluttering in the breeze Your love is Dried on a radiator Hot, rumpled and untidy Their love is From the tumble drier Easy care and crease free Her love is On a whirly gig Spinning round dizzily His love is Like a clothes horse Folded away stiffly Our love Needs no washing Fresh as a daisy daily
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Confession
By Kate MacDonald A fear of failing, Holds me Back from the doing, The starting, Beginning. A fear of failing, Holds me Back from creating. Inhibits, Constraining. A fear of failing, Holds me Back from the chance Of growing, Succeeding. This fear of failing Closes my mind, Roars through my head, Fills up my chest, Arresting my breath. I know I should start. Pick up the pen, Just make a mark. Wield a paint brush or Ply a needle with thread. This fear of failing Prevents me from falling, But it stops me from flying. In my fear to start, I wallow. If I haven’t begun I cannot then fail
Comraich Chickens Part I The red wattle of the elder statesman, jowl-like and pendulous, wobbles and shudders as he stiffly stalks past. Fluffy undergarments on show, tiny pink combs perched just so, the young girls trip ahead. Matrons, bosomy and usually bustling, sit and doze dazed by the afternoon’s heat. Yellow pollen pannier’d bees buzz busily in and out of blooms Birds twitter, an ant scurries across a stick A weathered white whelk shell spirals out From between the rocks on which I sit.
Comraich Chickens Part II From within the acid yellow bright ragwort, The frothy cream of meadow sweet, Amongst the cool green swirl and furl of ferns Comes a chattering chirp, a gentle chunter, Drying grasses rustle and part. The regal rooster and his hareem appear From the shadows into the sun. Full of purpose, bright eyes sharply peer Seeking out the next seed, ant, or fly. A bluetit watches as they pass by, Perched high in the leaves of a lime, Then he too about his business goes. Have just entered a couple of short pieces to the Tarbert Book Festival ... eek! It's the first time I've entered a competition & I won't hear for a while so I'm not going to hold my breath!
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I am a ‘Creative’ - designer/maker/teacher/writer. Vintage sewing notions accumulator; Textile artist & painted lampshades maker. A reader, writer, dreamer, dog walking tea drinker. 
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