A promise of life arrives in the Spring,

The unfurling, uncurling of everything…

The greening of this Earth.

Summer brings a shimmering haze,

Lazy, crazy, sun-filled days,

A fleeting few months worth.

Colour characterises the Fall,

Orange, red, gold, I love it all,

Yet it’s the signal for dearth.

Winter brings a numbing chill, 

We’re freezing, wheezing, just until…

Spring’s advent and rebirth.

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

We went on the ride at Washington State, 

It’s frightening, like lightning,

And bang up to date,

It has 2 giant loops of 360 degrees,

Which made me fearful and tearful,

And have wobbly knees,

It’s a whopper of a ride,

You don’t want to miss a trick, or you end up feeling sick,

‘Cause it does something cruel to your inside.

It’s a giant rollercoaster,

It’s chilling, it’s thrilling,

It makes one boast, or

As Sam said, “Let’s go again!”

 © Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image @David Palmer

I’ve walked this stretch of beach before,

This rocky, barren, savage shore ,

And it reveals one fatal flaw,

I’m grief stricken, I’m heartsore.

My head and heart fell like dominoes,

For one for whom my love just grows,

No soft caress, no sweet repose,

Just an ache that has me in its throes…

No warning that you’d pull up anchor,  

That my love would be a vicious canker, 

That for you I’d always hanker,

That my love would become a bitter rancour. 

So send your message in a bottle,

In response my skin will flush and mottle,

And I’ll wish your raft was made of whattle,

‘Cause you, my dear, I’d cheerfully throttle.

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image  +maricris cabrera​

Today is Roald Day. It would have been his 100th birthday today. All of the world will be celebrating Roald Dahl today, particularly Wales and Cardiff, the place of his birth, indeed Cardiff has been named City of The Unexpected in his honour. 
I was lucky enough to be invited to his funeral because I was working for Murray Pollinger, his literary agent at the time, responsible for the non-book rights in the UK and USA (film and TV, translation, serial rights, permissions etc.). 

There are unique times

On Earth

When the atmospheric temperature 

Colludes to warp the weather

And I was there in one of them

To watch

A warped moon rise.

Layers of cold air

Trapped below warmer ones

Refracted the light

And created 

A distorted moon.

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image Harald Wochner



+JPolamzKing invited me, amongst others, to pen a poem to accompany this photo by +Amanda Anna for #poetsprompt

Sand underfoot,

White, soft, powdery,

Fine as caster sugar,

Caresses the trunks

Of a line of palm trees, 

Beach umbrellas, ranked in serried rows,

Form a rainbow windbreak,

Under broken, cloud-filled skies,

Clearwater Beach, Florida

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Text Image +Amanda Anna

The town grew up

In the shadow of the mountain

Each white-washed house

Cocooned in lush vegetation 

One long main road

The artery holding the town together

And connecting town to mountain

And the lake that lay

To its leeward side

From my vantage point

Above the town

The town seemed suspended

In the clouds which

Flocked to the mountain side

And to bask in the late summer sunshine

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image +Mai​​ via Instagram: @jpolamzking

*© JPolamzKing asked me to write a poem to accompany this photo by  +Lynn Terry​ for #poetsprompt Here it is:

Whenever I drive through Claremont 

And turn from Frobisher Lane

Into our street

My heart leaps 

And skips a beat

I am coming home

There’s the tree 

I used to sit in

To watch the comings and goings      

At our neighbours, the Browns

Particularly young girls 

Visiting Nat 

Their son

Captain of the rugby team 

With the looks to match 

And the long low

Reassuring silhouette 

Of our house

With its perfectly

Manicured lawn

Nummber 64

Delancey Street

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image +Lynn Terry​