Marriage Lines: a celebration

Today my husband and I clocked up forty seven years of marriage. We’ve been together just sixteen weeks longer than that.Yes, that was fast going, and no, I wasn’t pregnant! To celebrate thirty three years together I wrote a poem – a bit of fun but based on the loose facts. I’d like to shareContinue reading “Marriage Lines: a celebration”

Colours of Me: a poem

I have spent much time recently working on jewellery projects. It relaxes me and recharges flagging batteries. My latest design was a rainbow-hued bracelet that features an artist’s palette. I got thinking about myself and the colours that reflect who I am. Unique palette, colours of me, Passions in red – creativity; Deep pool visions,Continue reading “Colours of Me: a poem”

In Transit: a love poem

Alone this night airport near deserted, waiting, waiting the announcement to board. Bored? No. Mind still working. The tannoy pings – paging Awatarna – unknown name in an unknown voice underlines I am a foreigner here. Transitory hours killed in unknown shops with reassuring names; but I am misplaced, in transit between worlds that shapeContinue reading “In Transit: a love poem”

Trust – is it worth the risk?

“Just let go,” the joker cried, “I’ll catch you.” or maybe not, I thought, my mind in conflict remembering unsaved falls, deceived acquaintances who heard the smooth words and believed. “I’ll give it back.” The small boy whined “Just one go.” but one is never only one – I’d seen when pleasure leads to brokenContinue reading “Trust – is it worth the risk?”

Winter’s Sleep: a poem on grief

Winter’s Sleep About her fragile frame she wears her grief,a comforter of silent memoriesthat bind her to the past, the golden dayswhen love sang out from youthful beating heartsand she would vow from dusk to dewy dawnthe passion of her love eternally. But now that love – her love through time – has goneand allContinue reading “Winter’s Sleep: a poem on grief”

Winter Comes: a poem on the Silvered Season

Winter comes, sharp-faced and bony-fingeredclawing an icy cover across a landbarren in hibernation; while we tight-lipped, close-buttonedhatted, scarved, and glovedspeak muffled mistsmingling silvered breath with the thickening air, while we pick our way on treacherous pathsor stride out, slicing the frosty silence,when the low slung sun blinds south bound driversand passengers turn their faces intoContinue reading “Winter Comes: a poem on the Silvered Season”