It had snowed,

All night,

Banks of it,

Fathoms deep,

So the world

Was forged anew,

And visitors

Came to my door.

© Caro Ness 2015



If I stand on tippy toes,



Dehydrated,

Frozen strawberries,

And slices of rhubarb,

A sprig of rosemary,

And lashings of soda water.

A refreshing summer drink.

© Caro Ness 2015





Need a lift?

Need a buzz?

Need to kick-start your day?

Need to raise your heartbeat?

Use espresso,

And not Nescafé!!

© Caro Ness 2015



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