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.

Dec 30, 2020

It helps to find beauty somewhere

It helps to find beauty somewhere

I abandoned a book today, one I should have known I did not have enough time to finish. Instead I’m thinking about all the people around the world right now, that feel

Dec 2, 2020

Keep on Dancing

Keep on Dancing

I have always believed that life rewards action, yet so often I worry about the outcome of my choices, the consequences of my actions. I toil over the result, the cost – loss or

Nov 17, 2020

Woodland

Woodland

I want to go down to the woods, to The Forest of Dean and walk along the riverbank where I can hear the rush of water, step on that muddy path and feel

Nov 9, 2020

Maranatha

Maranatha

I called you I sung out your name and asked you to come, not fully understanding the depth of my request, not comprehending the fullness of what I prayed for. Just your name

Oct 30, 2020

Displaced

Displaced

I gave away some books today even the one I had yet to read. It appears the baggage I carry is heavy and it is always best to offload before a long journey.

Oct 15, 2020

The Fire Tree

The Fire Tree

Leaves lick the crisp air like crimson flames flickering in the breeze Could you set my heart on fire like Autumn does to the leaves?

Oct 3, 2020

The Monarch of The Glen

The Monarch of The Glen

So regal such raw, femoral strength holding him stiffly as he sniffs the cool air no doubt he senses the artist poised there, capturing him as he decides whether to fight or flee

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

Aug 16, 2020

The Stories Things Tell

The Stories Things Tell

If you pass by an antique store such as one of those lining Portobello Road, be sure to stop a while and listen to the stories those old artefacts yearn to tell Like

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