Monday’s Poem



Deep down below
Goblins toil
For their castles to make
They move mountains of soil
Hard rocks too big
Are fashioned to blocks
Leaving so many small pieces
From their stone axe knocks
“But where can they go?”
They cry, so discontent
Then lips curl in smile
- “Send em up the allotment!”

By Richard Morgan

Thank you Richard for sending me this poem! I had to include it today, after I spent the weekend lifting stones out of a bed I have been digging at the allotment. It’s back breaking work, but the pay off is worth it! We also found a little rabbit living on our plot, he has snipped off the tops of all my beautiful chive border! The top photo is of wild poppies that have self seeded, but I have left those alone as they are so beautiful!

Anyone else have any fantastical or cheeky visitors to their gardens or allotments!?

See you on Wednesday for the creative writing class. This week’s theme is going to be on garden herbs.

Best wishes.

Published by Emma

Hi my name is Emma! I am a writer and artist. I work for the NHS at Converge ( and I am also an MA graduate in Creative writing and am currently studying for a PhD in Humanities. I have been leading a creative writing class at the beautiful St Nicks in York ( for the last five years. When I am not at work I'm on my allotment or at Base Camp (my home) planning new adventures.

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