Now Available – Penelope to Her Husband

Penelope Cover

Do you love fantasy and stories rich in texture? (And really who doesn’t?) Are you charmed by the idea of mythological creatures and hearing the sound of dragon wings in the air?

Well, here is the book for you! Penelope to Her Husband is filled with poems for everyone who dreamed of elves and knights, dragons and hobbits and all things magic. A book of poems opening onto worlds of gods and goddesses, naiads and gnomes, and strange characters dancing in the moonlight.

To order your copy, go to

Or you can purchase them here. If you purchase directly from me, please email , letting me know which volume you wish to purchase. And if you would like me to sign the book, the name of the person I will be signing it for.
Just use these Paypal links ( yes, they are supposed to appear as buttons, but I am hopeless at linking things 🙂 )

In the US:

In Canada:

Outside the US and Canada, it would be best to use Paypal due to the shipping costs.

I am so excited to share these with you – order yours today!

Festival of Lessons and Carols – Now Available

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Yes, my new book ‘Festival of Lessons and Carols, Poems of December’ is here and available for order.

With the first Sunday of Advent on November 29th, the Winter Solstice, December 22 and of course, Christmas Day, December 25th, now is the perfect time to order this volume of December poems. It would make a lovely holiday gift for friends and family.

To order, just go to The Seasons Bookshop page and use the PayPal links or order directly from

‘Penelope to Her Husband, Poems of Myth and Fantasy’ is also available for purchase. It would be a wonderful gift for those who love to read fantasy and faerie stories.

I am very excited to share these books with you and look forward to mailing you a copy or two or more.

Thanks and Happy Reading!

and they danced in the light of the moon

He brushed aside the crows feet, as the raven perched on his head,
sitting regally as a black swan.

The old man swatted it away -“Get off me, you ol’ chicken!”

“Your go – you said when you sat down here you were gonna play”

The small bat moved the pawn.

“No, no! We’re playing cards – deal those things!

“Are we playing gin again?”

“No, skat, you silly bat – but gin sounds perfect at a time like this.”

The small bat began to beat the rooks with the queen-
thwack ,thwack ,thwack with the constancy of a metronome.

“That queens gonna ice you good if you keep that up”

He sloshed gin from the old liquor bottle, into the teacup,
washing the faces of the painted orange flowers
and causing one nasturtium to hiccup quietly.

Rocking gently in the corner, the wheelbarrow creaked
as the long dragony tail of the crocodile kept time
with the blues man, his sax crying that black cat blues.

And the old man, grinning like a yellow toothed dog,
danced to the blues man’s tune
with Selene, her raven hair crowned with the crescent moon.

(Meanwhile, the raven and the bat played mumblety peg
with a needle in the haystack until the violinist played
last call.)

*** For dVerse Poetics, Claudia gave us a list to play with -Obelix, a dragon, a crocodile, an old tractor, a bat, a spaceship, Neptune, Superman, a greek god or godess, a chicken, a black swan, a nutcracker, a man who can’t stop clapping, a cup with orange flowers painted on it, a black cat, a dog with yellow teeth, a bluesman playing the saxophone, a violinist, Hänsel&Gretel, the Icequeen, an old liquor bottle, a wheelbarrow, a needle in a haystack, a raven, a blue car, a metronome…

Then an extra challenge, tell us about the old man, the moon and a little bat who meet at night here in the pub for a game of skat.

Waiting for the Shift Change

the broom bristles as I enter the kitchen,
giving me a look like you wouldn’t believe
leaning so casually by the open door.
platters and plates peek from the cupboard,
rattling nervously as the bubbles burst in the sink
where the pails are filling with soapy water.
wooden chairs tap their feet
as if they had somewhere to go-
straightening their backs
when I glance in their direction.
each dish, broom and chair
hums a tune
watching for a shadow in the hall
where, with mop and bucket in hand,
I wait on the stair
for the next apprentice to clock in.

*** a take on the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, the wonderful old Disney classic for the dVerse prompt.