Among the wildflowers

Apologies if this sounds a little morbid. I was walking past the grave yard, out on a walk, and it was being tidied, with the grass all neat, and the headstones shiny. And it struck me, that’s not what I’d want at all for me (hopefully not for many, many years!). This little poem wrote…… Continue reading Among the wildflowers

Sunshine is good for the soul

Spring flowers double their dazzling yellows.Magical, enchanted summer scenes.Autumn leaves aglow.And even in the depths of winter,a little moss illuminates the grey.Frost and rain bring sparkling radiance,and the Gorse flowersblaze brightly on the hill.The sun will shine again. https://flic.kr/p/t8SUU7 Spring flowers double their dazzling yellows. https://flic.kr/p/w9QPzN Magical, enchanted summer scenes. https://flic.kr/p/PtAzWn Autumn leaves aglow. https://flic.kr/p/CCS3zp…… Continue reading Sunshine is good for the soul

Winter isn’t coming … yet

fire and icefire and ice combineas glistening frozen leavesreflect the sunset coloursshivering in the golden glowas winter’s grip takes holdwritten by me, December 2012 https://flic.kr/p/qA1ieL https://flic.kr/p/CHisF4 twinkle even in the deepest days of winterwhen darkness falls earlyand nights are so longthere remains a glimmerthe merest twinkle of warmer timesglistening in the hidden spaceswritten by me, December 2014…… Continue reading Winter isn’t coming … yet

Hermit

I am a hermit, curled tight in my shell. Face pressed into the warmth of my creativity. I cannot rise above perpetual pain to be your beacon in the night. The world is larger than my mind can stretch. You will move beyond to the stars.

Sending love on Mother’s Day …

to you who carried your child spilled blood, sweat and tears to bring them into the world to you who’s chosen your child and gathered them in to become your family to you who yearned and longed for a child of your own feeling incomplete without to you who knows what it is to carry…… Continue reading Sending love on Mother’s Day …

Aftermath, by Siegfried Sassoon

Have you forgotten yet?… For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways: And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go, Taking your peaceful…… Continue reading Aftermath, by Siegfried Sassoon

Early night

light diffused through thin curtains muscles burn, bone weary not-even twilight as I wait for sleep just another day just another way in which I struggle to live fully, widely foolishly hoping for respite endlessly pushing onward towards some invisible goal because that’s just what you do, right? just keep moving until moving is no…… Continue reading Early night