I would say, "welcome to the website for Lorna Easterbrook"; but I can't because I've got another website.
(Think that's daft? I used to have two other websites.)
Here's a 'Welcome Poem' for you.
With the nous of a mouse,
And the house of a grouse,
I'd be happily living in clover.
But the house of a mouse -
and the nous of a grouse -
Means I'm forced down a hole, then run over.
*curtseys*
If you were expecting to find Lorna Easterbrook Consultancy web pages,
clicking on the Consultancy link above, or here, will get you back on track.
Here are some other shortcuts:
If you would like some more daft short poems, click here.
If you fancy a short story (possibly, a piece of flash fiction), click here.
If you would like a (very) short film of me telling a true life story, please click here.
If you would like a less daft poem, read on:
I knew someone who decided,
one New Year,
To only have in their life
people they felt were like sunshine.
That was the year
she stopped sending me birthday and Christmas cards.
Can you always be sunshine,
to everyone?
Wouldn't you get a bit hot?
Wouldn't you sometimes think,
'I could really do with a cool down,'
Or a lie down; wait for expectations
to die down.
Sometimes, you need to be the moon.
Sometimes, it's the night.
Maybe, this time,
Someone else can be the sunshine.
Not you.
If you don't rest
Close your eyes
Enjoy the dark
You might just
Supernova.
Please feel free to browse. I'll just stick the kettle on.
