Poetry

Like most poets, I have always had a love of words and written poetry since childhood. Writing is a form of self expression, a declaration of deep heart-felt joy, pain and even healing as the process of writing is cathartic. Poetry is as personal to the poet as it is to the person reading the poem, so interpret the words and meaning behind them as you will, for if a particular poem speaks to you in a certain way and touches your soul, I will consider it to have been a success.

Sep 28, 2020

Dear Daughters

Dear Daughters

I write this before it is too late I sense the pending gloom and need to put words to paper before I am lost in the wave of darkness that threatens to overwhelm

Sep 24, 2020

Roast Meat

Roast Meat

On a Sunday I find myself at the stove stirring a large pot, chunks of meat and sauce - a meal I won’t even eat. So often a roast with lots of

Sep 12, 2020

Singing to the trees

Singing to the trees

I have tried the meditation that arrived in my inbox, the one that guides me to connect with nature and talks of singing to the trees Just this week as I walked in

Jun 25, 2020

Her Voice

Her Voice

I thought I lost you there in amongst the tall grass, Bluebells and Foxglove. I thought I lost you where the fairies go to dance and the squirrels like to hide. I had

Jun 5, 2020

Summer Streets

Summer Streets

Invisible I walk the streets, rambling among neatly lined houses the colour of pastels, like ice-cream in cones, relished on hot summer nights. I have to curb my desire to knock on a

May 29, 2020

Neatly Folded

Neatly Folded

The suitcase is ready the clothes neatly folded so that everything fits in and I should be going but instead I am sitting here, on this empty bench with you, reading letters from

May 27, 2020

tsiology

tsiology

you are never as alone as you may feel when fear and fatigue grips your heart remember this: take a deep breath make yourself a cup of tea do not worry I will

May 20, 2020

A Family of Bees

A Family of Bees

I just found out that today is International Bee Day! In honour of these beautiful, very necessary creatures that so often inspire my writing, I am posting this poem. A family of beesSometimes

May 11, 2020

Desire

Desire

the begging bowl remains empty although it has been constantly filled don’t you know desire makes beggars of us all put down the yearning you carry and go in pursuit of joy

May 7, 2020

Message From a Crow

Message From a Crow

I came upon him one late afternoon under a dark grey and bilious sky I had carried my heavy heart with me swaddled like a new born baby weak and vulnerable, noisy and

Apr 29, 2020

Touched by...

Touched by...

“Touched by some indefinite romance, cool and deep” Today upon a walk to Little Venice I encountered the previous home of Alexander Herzen, marked by a blue plaque on a stately building. Not

Apr 28, 2020

Nothing is Written

Nothing is Written

The Turk said ‘geography is destiny’ and even though I believe those words and in a God who has the final say, perhaps by moving here through a harrowing journey of a thousand