Christine Bassett

Joined May 2021

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The House in the Fens
The old house creeks as she settles in the black fen soil. She remembers her first owner. He had fallen in love with
By Christine Bassett4 years ago in Fiction
MARCH OR DIE
MARCH OR DIE “March or Die! March or Die!” Bob Roberts whispered fiercely into the ear of each man along the ragged line. They were stragglers who had met by chance whilst trying to find their way back across enemy lines to the relative safety of the prearranged meeting place. They had little time left before those already gathered there continued on their way under special orders.
By Christine Bassett4 years ago in Fiction
SOFT BLUE, SKY BLUE
SOFT BLUE, SKY BLUE My cloth was made in heaven Of soft blue, sky blue silk And I floated like a whisper Round her lithe and lovely form
By Christine Bassett5 years ago in Poets