Category: poetry

Words like gifts

July 23rd, 2017

words like gifts, lead between trees, where paths don’t flow; touching the tip of unknown intent

The Return of Red

October 28th, 2012

Shedding it’s slippery red silk, It came. It came after a dream That opened the gates Of my body Through my mind. Drawing me into connection Wth my tides. The moon inside me Awakening to a new call. I called and it came.

Sisters of Mine

October 26th, 2012

Sisters of mine, My support beams Of light. You feed and nourish me, Bring me to wholeness; To live in my fullness. In your hands I blossom in self-love; Throw myself into the winds Of this journey’s song Near and far, I feel your presence. The unspoken connection, An essential, indispensable life force.

Moon Mind

August 25th, 2010

Moon Mind Stars look like birds Feet tread softly Walking the night path Whisper of wind urges me on.

Fat Drops

June 24th, 2010

The muggy afternoon invites the evening in For its release Heavy, ripe clouds long to burst And spill their pearly fruits On the city. Thirsty soil and twitching grass. Eyes search the darkening sky, Wondering when the showers will come. Until the low rumble, The spitting and spotting Of fat drops on the pavements Becomes […]

Chasing a Canal

October 4th, 2009

Prologue: As I walked up Gray’s Inn Road, the rain came down in thick streams. The dampness working its way through the inadequate jacket that I had borrowed from my Mum’s coat rack. I heard a slap and looked down to find the box of overpriced, organic salad that I had bought at the train […]

Morning Fallen

May 20th, 2009

White Coin

February 2nd, 2009

A white coin Hangs in the sky. It turns and turns Like a twinkling eye. Spreads its light Through houses and dens And crosses the land Over fields and fens.

Cliff Edge Sestina

November 21st, 2008

A stretch of sky. My thoughts drop into shadow. I can no longer beat my wings, Standing at the edge of this cliff, Far below, a sea, Into which I am about to fall. I feel the fear of the fall, Grope around for a hold on the sky. Can I stop myself dropping into […]

Question Mark

November 3rd, 2008

Wanted to pop it out on the page: Painless, Perfectly formed. But it takes time and patience to slowly shape it into something rhythmic and whole. Two minds, two hearts, two bodies. A spark, A beginning.

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