Fox on a Boat

Poem to end the week Used under Creative Commons licence - Image source Prompt found here Another Turn of the Clock Turns of the clocks and here we are again, France and the same house - 9 O'clock to 10 O'clock. It's been 12 months and two halves, Two countries living and One week discovering. Winter was trains and a bus, legging it across Paris one morning Passing the Eiffel in a flash. Driving under thick clouds Surprise visits and a dog Overstaying, overthinking. Then we packed grandma Across the border to meet John Betjeman. Spring was slow and weak Old wounds reopened As days dragged by. Lectures and essays Train rides and a missed exam Heavy weights and lots of sweat. Summer was hot and light Away from failures and grades An exam passed with pastel colours. Greece in the sun, wind in our faces Weaving our way through mountain roads Glittering blue salvation in the distance Cats at night watching us through the hu...

Well, here it is: 2013. Another new year.. Nothing changes on new year's day, according to U2. Today has been no different to yesterday, actually, except that if I were to write the date somewhere, I'd have to add a 3 and not a 2. I am pretty sure I will make the mistake in the next few days, and write 2012. Anyway, here we are in 2013, and I'm not too pleased. This is because I don't really like the look of the number, or how it sounds. (I'm a bit weird that way.) Honestly, try and say it out loud. Twenty-Twelve sounded so cool, it had a ring to it that Twenty-Thirteen does not, don't you think? Oh bother, I guess I have a year to get used to it. This year I hope to write more often. Regularly. And though I don't see a new year as a 'new start' as such, because it's not like anything gets erased, you know? Well I still want to have some sort of 'new' in my life, because after a full rotation around the sun, I guess one's brain just...