The bedroom walls were covered with posters of fantasy drawings. Clothes were hung from doors and draped over chairs. Make-up spilled from jars and pots and colourful jewellery decorated every surface.
Tag: Penny Luker
Leap of Life
What leap of life has led us here
to this unseemly place;
to scrabble in the debris
of all that we once were?
A Christmas Star by Penny Luker
Rosie smiled at her daughter as she entered the nursery. Star, came running towards her, with arms raised ready to be picked up. She lifted Star in the air, twirling her around so that Star giggled in the way only a two year old can.
The Night Visitor by Penny Luker
Ethel sat bolt upright in the hotel bed. It was not that it was an uncomfortable bed; far from it. Something had woken her. As her eyes became used to the darkness she realized that she could see an old lady sitting at the end of her bed.
Three Fat Ladies by Penny Luker
The three fat ladies sat on the beach wall at Eastbourne. Their cherub faces defying the truth of age. They made an image like a comic picture postcard. Anne was the largest, weighing fifteen stone. She’d walked along the promenade to The Wish Tower, eaten her very large dinner, followed by a chocolate and banana sundae and now she was catching her breath, before making her way back to the hotel.
I am born by Penny Luker
The bright lights shock my eyes so I squeeze them shut. I am cleaned efficiently and wrapped in a shawl, but it is cold here. The nurse places me briefly in my mother’s arms but she is tired. The journey to reach this outer world has taken twenty two hours. She has good reason for exhaustion.
An Old Injury by Penny Luker
I traced the old scar with my middle finger. It was hardly noticeable now. In fact if you hadn’t known it was there you wouldn’t see it.
Roses by Penny Luker
In the sunlight the petals fall.
Blood red confetti on brown earth.
By the phone I wait for your call,
praying for your voice for all I’m worth.
Reflections by Penny Luker
I see a likeness in your eyes;
the hopes I used to have.
How they sparkle.
The Perfect Bride by Penny Luker
Sophia knew something was wrong but what should she do about it? Rupert wouldn’t look her in the eye. He was avoiding spending time alone with her. She examined the last couple of weeks. They hadn’t rowed and she couldn’t think of anything she’d done to annoy him. The problem was there was no time. [...]
Home by Penny Luker
Home was the warmth of your smile; those bear hug arms and that gentle touch. Home became a comfy bed; knowing what you would say and shared laughter. Home now is a buzzing broadband; the pings of messages and a “matrix” cocoon. Penny is the Writings’ Editor at ATG. Her poetry has been published in [...]
People watching by Penny Luker
I’d gone to sit in the hospital cafe while I waited for my husband to have his operation. It was not the main cafe but the maternity one. For some reason the recovery suite was situated in the maternity wing. It didn’t make any difference to me where I was sat. There was a noisy [...]
Time’s Marching (Part 2) by Penny Luker
Her mother paused and then smiled. She threw the keys to Sally. “You drive,” she said as she took off her designer jacket, sat down in the car and slipped the stilettos off her feet. *** As Sally eased the car into her Gran’s drive she breathed a sigh of relief. She’d driven it without [...]
Time’s Marching (Part 1) by Penny Luker
Sally brushed her hair until it shone and added a touch of pale lipstick to her lips. She didn’t really “do” make up, as there were so many more interesting things to do in the world; like seeing her boyfriend or riding her horse, Sundance. She took a deep breath and went downstairs, where her [...]
Man and Boy by Penny Luker
I loved him as a baby; soft and pink with big blue eyes and a laugh to melt your heart. I loved him as a boy, with floppy hair and wide bright smile; he made every day a treasure. I loved him as a teenager; tall and slim with thoughtful mind; a gentle quiet youth. [...]
Sunny Days by Penny Luker
Ralph downed two paracetamols to ease the pain in his arm and leg. He looked down out of the window and could see a young man picking up rubbish from the golf course. The man’s bronzed skin merged with his bright red hair as he marched efficiently across the green. Slowly and carefully Ralph sat [...]
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