January 15th, 2026Local Lines
Local Lines features poetry by locals about local and any other matters.
Please submit poems to Bill Wootton at cottlesbreedge@gmail.com
Cancer
Struck by a rampant disease?
Tell me it ain’t so, please?
Is the knocking sound your knees? Can’t find a day you can seize?
Your future’s in the deep freeze? Wired-up taking your ease?
Will you break your back if you sneeze? Aghast at the medical fees?
Nobody’s palm you can grease?
Lost your mind-keeping keys?
Like stuck in a storm in high seas? Waiting for a kindly breeze?
Your meds are from Darrell Lea’s?
– James Baillie
James is an old man scribbler.
Local Lines features poetry by locals about local and any other matters.
Please submit poems to Bill Wootton at cottlesbreedge@gmail.com
