Poetry

Poetry2022-09-08T15:17:50+09:30

Like a brave green shoot

26 January 2021|

Burns night hope, 2021  Oh my hope is like a new green shoot that's reaching for the sun. Oh, my hop is like a dancing [...]

  • candles

Last Christmas

8 December 2020|

For Christmas 2019 and 2020 (and the rest)  Last Christmas gave us a fright, lines of dazzling light, searing wounds visible from highest skies. This Christmas, [...]

  • bedside cabinet

Tucked in

20 June 2020|

these clean flannelette sheets smell like the cupboard in which they sat through the warm months, waiting, and remind me of her house – not her [...]

  • pool light

still, I ache

3 June 2020|

life with chronic fatigue I swam to move the muscles: still, the flame raged. I soaked to loose the muscles: still, the flame raged. Spa jets to soothe [...]

all my tears

3 April 2020|

for Dad I cry with Fatigue, and I am crying for you I cry, inflamed muscles aching, I am crying for you I cry anger at isolation, but find: [...]

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