Contrary to popular belief,

I do not paddle furiously

Beneath the surface!!

What you see is what you get.

An elegant bird,

Seemingly, with all the time in the world,

That glides effortlessly,

Across the water,

With great economy of movement.

© Caro Ness 2015



This one is for Anita:

My wife makes a mean chilli jam,

To take to the market in Ham,*

She also makes pickle,

My tastebuds to tickle.

I confess I’m a fan, yes I am!

This limerick is for Branston:

© Caro Ness 2015

* this is artistic licence at work, because we actually go to Crystal Palace Food Market

Photo: Karen Jones  

OK, yes, I’m a tired pup,

My reserves of energy are all used up.

I found this peaceful, soft sandpit,                          

And so I thought I’d stop and rest a bit.

I’m tired out, I’m all done in,

Please wake me up with my dindins.

 © Caro Ness 2015



It was the first time I killed a man. 

Not literally, but metaphorically.

Dead in the water,

Searching for a laugh,

A silent room,

Suicide to a comedian.

I heckled,

It was a good heckle,

Funny,

Side-splittingly so.

And everyone turned 

To look at me,

Applaud me,

Forgetting him.

I killed bad comedy,

And a bad comedian 

Tonight.

© Caro Ness 2015



A sheaf of wheat

The rising sun

The plant outlined

With gold

All is right with the world. 

© Caro Ness 2015



I’m a creature

Of stealth and guile

The silent approach

Targetted acquisition 

The quiet assassin

That spreads

Foreboding, alarm

Dread accompanies me

Panic walks with me

So I ask,

Are you feeling brave?

© Caro Ness 2015



Dawn brings

A sense of impermanence.

A bluebell,

Fragile,

Almost transparent,

In the morning sun.

Rings in

The new day.

Copyright Caro Ness 2015

Photo: Thomas Ljungberg



Such a simple thing! 

A swing of the hips,

To keep the hoop going.

And I love

How the rhythm 

Created

Just 

Lifts my spirits.

And my shadow 

Stretches out

Underneath me. 

© Caro Ness 2015