Baggy the Bard #7: The Queen of 68

To O, M and baby L. This one's in memory of your Great Granny, my Granny Teazy. I can't be sure that my recollections of her stories as I've retold them here are 100% accurate or factual, but I hope this poem gives you a bit of a feel for who she was - a… Continue reading Baggy the Bard #7: The Queen of 68

Baggy the Bard #6: Shudder to Think

Here's a poem I've written about how important I think it is to step back and be conscious of the choices you make. Which choices have you made because they are true to your own core values? Which pathways have you taken without making a choice at all, but by blindly following everyone around you,… Continue reading Baggy the Bard #6: Shudder to Think

Baggy the Bard #5: Silkburn

Today's poem has been inspired by the red raw burns under my arms from aerial silks class this week. They are eye-watering-ly stingy, but I am strangely proud of them.   Silkburn It takes one of a certain ilk to master these aerial silks, to climb up high and swing and tuck and let yourself… Continue reading Baggy the Bard #5: Silkburn