http://slow.writerscafe.org/cassie58 The original writings of author Chris Shaw en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775921066 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 all these years later i find him in khaki while scrolling on my phonehe is remembered with a deepbreath and a downcast sigh his English name once attached to shame his handsome features stare back he too a victim of a wretched war he faced the firing squad at dawn back straight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3131598/ her loose black locks gleam with threads of mahogany wild and free in April sunlight contrasting with his silver in need of a trim over the collar thinning look at them long and hard breathe in the fresh air she doesn’t know it yet though this image will foster happy memories.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3131503/ (to celebrate her 1st birthday) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3131493/ ( for the grieving) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3131401/ Sun beams play on pine cones that litter dampened ground beneath the tallest evergreens a sea of bluebells found intense in April sapphire that matches skies of bluespread wide throughout the woodland a calming pleasant view and then the sound of laughter of children out of sight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3131236/ heartache plays with absence tender love meets painlingers like a mist at dawn before the song plays rain how can simple words impart what mystifies the mind some will journey all their lives the prize they’ll never find heartache plays with absence the longing never goes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3131161/ our fragile darling how precious you are in your current ease of breaking we are taking no chances when it comes to your shine now sleeping someone has to stand on guard while the going ahead is tough and rough while the highway is littered with the hard knocks of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3130807/ Playing with light and shadow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3130483/ ( my feline was not responsible ) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3130319/ once i saw beauty in dying when the fall of orange blossom littered the garden floor but not anymore these days lives are cut short by bullets and bombs blood running in rivers of fate a stain on the face of humanity the freedoms my country fought for compromised carryi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3130220/ (an out of the blue reunion) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3130042/ (Brother and sister banter through the years) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3129593/ ( another one from the Victorian graveyard ) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3129286/ Pamela 24.8.33 - 7.2.2026 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3129176/ ( and it WAS cold) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3128712/ ( more marina musings ) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3128707/ while birdsong and morning sun pour through my open window sweet in the early spring air uplifting with its natural charm elsewhere thick acrid smoke chokes the atmosphere billowing clouds of death hangsuffocating and heavy praise each moment of peace praise each living day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3128437/ written in a layer of freshly fallen snow across the bonnet of my silver Citroen have a good day i love you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3127404/ (the pen took off) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3127403/ gentle waves of briny kindness soothing touch in sleepy statelisten to the wash of water kissing shingle on the beach calming on a drift to dreamland to a place of peaceful thoughts caught in trance like lilting rhythm soon all stresses dissipate as do mists that veil the river bur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3127340/ ( off the cuff ) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3126797/ today i saw a daffodilshivering in the winter chill and though the sky was summer blue the whistle of the wind blew cold this golden flower stood its ground refused to bend refused to bow i swear i heard a whisper then this will not be the end of me i thought of you and how you f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3122762/ the last of leaves have fluttered down a dying carpet covers ground where once the scented flowers grew yet there on naked branches stirs the twitching of a little bird its stature small its being felt it sings its winter song for me perched high atop its melody a nest is found .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3119279/ mild and moderate November early sun yawns sleepy eyed peeps through veiled cloud casts golden on fallen leaves a garden in waiting shows various states of decay scattered on crazy paving a busy collage on uncut grass green blades smothered fighting for air small boy in Hallo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3117923/ (all has now been restored and Buddha is looking serene once again, despite the rain) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3094646/ (93 and fading fast) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/3050629/ the most vibrant of days wraps itself in fruitful colour we make our way through carpeted displays of heaped leaf fall kicking tumbles of rusts and ochres mellow with shapely yellows and earthy browns between roasted umbers crisp dry leaves underfoot the crunchy crackle of autumnal .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2974579/ Charlie wasn’t a mouse at all he was a hamster in disguise a cuddly one minus a living heart however in the eyes of our petite poppet he was so very deeply loved cherished and adored by Beth he accompanied her everywhere a six inch TY toy with a real cute look she took him to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2964307/ Emo - I know, but that’s what the muse gave me today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2963940/ grey eyes see sunbeams sparkling a lake gleams silver bright beneath its fluid surface a world that’s lost to light the heart descends in silence all living things expire beneath the surface drowning gasping out for air yet rises in the morning with whispers from afar a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2963930/ the dappled gold of sunlight descends on weeping leaves the trees are in a state of flux in shades of inbetweens the brushwood of this silver birchsways gently to and fro October air is cooling my window pane aglow filled with the autumn morning with all a new day brings the worl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2963929/ (Heinrich Hoffman - The Story of Augustus who would not take any soup) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2963072/ (Classic radio permits) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2963069/ a vast expanse of ebon sky a wrap to warm within its arms outside the skylight velvet smootha comfort blanket how it charms and soothes the creases of the day the silhouettes of distant trees familiar sturdy constant truehow nature is a friend to me how nature breathes how nature cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2963042/ A memory from a black and white photo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2963040/ As it comes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2962264/ I have a very poorly sister. Thinking of her today in her struggle. An old poem not published here before. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2961777/ through the generations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2961774/ today the sun shines brightly the lake is filled with rain the sparkle on the surface is marred by pangs of pain the river should flow easy so gentle to the sea yet all I feel is turbulence and storm clouds over me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2958185/ several weeks have passed since my soles last walked on moss clad paths of this old graveyard littered with pine cones fallen from neck stretching conifers yet so strangely alive with silent ghosts of the once living grass grows shoulder highhides broken headstones with bleache.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2953301/ the stiff bristle brush of the blue broom missed the cobwebs clinging to the outside corner of the garden shed leaving them to survive another day evening sunlight embraced each silk thread in a fine display of rainbow colour a reminder that everything has its moment and na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2953293/ (It has been years since an ice cream van ventured our way) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2953290/ In memory of Jen, Nicky and Sally, casualties of breast cancer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2951213/ observational http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2948520/ (magnificent, even in death) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2948512/ It’s been a while …. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2948505/ Kai sows seeds from a paper packet a promise of new beginnings little fingers delve in warm compost plastic pots in the greenhouse soil watered and ready sunflowers for his sister special seeds not the usual splash of sunny yellow skirts these will bloom in pretty pink for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2945562/ a pitcher of sunshine pours through undressedwindow glass a pure liquid gold to pool on white sheets crumpled in disarray drenching exposed toes kissing ankles to settle on veiled thighs how warm starts my day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2934460/ breakfast tea from plain white china steam on my lip through sips i watch tall river grass from plate glass windows cleaned to a gleam in the marina basin movement see light feathery plumes catch a gentle breezehow resilient they are standing to attention in sunlight a firm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2933048/ Amazing what gets dredged up in the memories. The pup’s name was shadow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cassie58/2931878/