Change of season

The seasons are definitely changing here in the UK. Despite some lovely sunny days it’s certainly not summer any longer and the crisp misty mornings are not the only give away. Change is visible all around in the trees and hedgerows. This is a young Shieldbug sitting on a bramble leaf. I love how the…… Continue reading Change of season

cough

at night it comes steals sleep from me and wracks my body’s weary bones and every cough brings stabs of pain in muscles strained by repetition ’til here I sit in break from work head throbbing back twinging day-dreaming of my bed and wishing to float away on peaceful clouds and rest a while regain…… Continue reading cough

snowball

the snowball that is me unravelling rolls downhill growing in size from one small thing the world starts to spin faster and wilder tumbling and falling ’til I crash in your arms squeaky voice tears soaking your shirt and hold on tight to your love

drum beat

the drum beat pulses through my veins louder than my blood throbbing building from gentle heartbeat to crashing crescendo and my body moves automatically responding from a place deep within responding to the irresistible rhythm and I dance eyes closed lost in the moment of bliss

morning moon

the morning moon hangs low over the treetops like a ripe fruit watching over the hills calm and serene across the valley the sun stretches and yawns sends sunbeams bouncing off clouds grabbing attention dazzling eyes the morning moon rests wide smiling face relaxed soft and gently glowing patiently biding time til darkness falls again

poets in love

words touched words ere fingertips reached across the kismet darkness seen exposed and loved though eyes had not met yet souls entwined with letters scribed on each tangled tendril hearts embraced as stanzas wrapped pulses soothed and tranquil now combined both word and deed love poems penned on skin in our eyes with lover’s gaze…… Continue reading poets in love

the panic

the first time was when I saw that photograph that he said wasn’t what it looked like that was the first time that it ripped through me this panic unwordable fear he lied it was exactly what it looked like and he broke me and still I suffer