Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Commencing today's observations, I'm perched in my garden beneath a resplendent West Yorkshire sun. The romantic within me raising a smile as I draw poetry from my accompanying chromatic flora and fauna landscape. This ocular sonnet, via the conduit between eye and area of the brain which processes pictures, leading me to conclude (despite my... Continue Reading →
This morning was spent power-blasting the lower garden patio and retaining wall at casa Strachan. My removal of ground-in muck from flags, stone and mortar a therapeutic maintenance task, enhancing the backyard's aesthetics, as part of ongoing garden renovations. Whilst removing this grime from jardin masonry, built in 1990 by my old man, GJ Strachan's... Continue Reading →
Today witnessed only the third drive of my car since lockdown. This to collect, at compliant social distancing, an afternoon tea gift for my mum in gratitude for letting me reside in her home on a pepper-corn rent. My benevolence bolstered further by her tolerating my capricious moods and, more importantly, mater desisting from her... Continue Reading →
After positive feedback, I've been moved to publish more of my lockdown poetry. When I say positive feedback, I'm referring to a comment received this morning following yesterday evening's publishing of my sonnet Legacy To The Progeny ...... An acquaintance so emotionally stirred by my prose they posited "I tell you what, Gary..... That poem was nowhere... Continue Reading →
Looking out from my sedentary position in the dining room of casa Strachan, it's heartwarming to witness a fresh trimmed lawn, along with the chromatic beauty bequeathed by the still flowering summer and early autumn flora and fauna. Sedum, crocosmia, flox and begonia, along with the sprouting pyracantha berries presenting a gratifying image of pink,... Continue Reading →
A couple of years back, in an attempt to increase the versatility of my work, I set myself a challenge of penning poetry, as an aside to my daily blog. Deliberately quilled in an enigmatic, cryptic and pretentious style, these sonnets provoked the reader into their own challenge of unravelling the meaning of the locutions.... Continue Reading →
As a consequence of recent sporadic heavy precipitation, my lawn is once more emerald of colour. Long term arid conditions for several weeks prior rendering it's parched grass blades with a hue of mustard. Thankfully now, though, the chromatic synergy created by the immeasurable number of blades bears the dark green splendour of actor Angelina... Continue Reading →
Friday 27th April - This morning, grey clouds and precipitation enveloped the Leeds 6 area. Unwelcome meteorological conditions greeting my family and me as we stood by the Headingley Stadium memorial garden. Our mission in the moisture to scatter the remnants of my fathers ashes. His final resting place located behind the imposing East Stand... Continue Reading →
Inspiration alludes me as I embark on today's literary journey. Sitting ready to initiate my lexilogical voyage, at the moment the postcode of a topic destination eludes me. This absence of these metaphoric SatNav's (GPS) instructions currently delaying me from getting this show on the road. As it's not uncommon for me to start this creative process bereft of a subject,... Continue Reading →