Man With The Coiled Beard

He sits on a chair as old as time itself – a throne? could be. Surveying the world through liquorice eyes blinking away the visions of being caught between this world and the next. Blinking away a tear as the tragedy in all its grimness emerges a tarnished, disturbed earth Could be so perfect… Another

A Soul’s Cry

I sink myself into my own femininity I give of myself, until I am no more – a shadow to some, maybe a rock to others, I hope. I bare my soul, for all to see joyful and in another moment, tearful. I give in like melting snow – I stand my ground like the

Hello, Old Friend

I’ve dreamed of you high up there in the blue sky illuminating, warming, cheering. Souls awaken at your presence; the earth gives a salute, flowers bloom; pink, red, white, a kaleidoscope of colours, smiles widen. I can feel you on my forearms, my blood cheers as it moves around my body renewed, rejuventated, intoxicated! Snow

Rocking Chair

Here so soon. Years gone to who knows where… Once I was there, fresh, new, hopeful, today I am here, faded, expired with only the echo of a life once lived for company. Children grown, and long gone, husband already on that journey. My rocking chair creaks gently, piecing the silence. Hands puffed, and wrinkled,

It’s Come To This

Those days of endless sunlight, those years of big dreams, when everything seemed possible they now fade from my memory. Did I really have those ideas believing in the unfolding of those dreams? So sunny and bright, it could be, but I’m not sure now. Instead, I’m surrounded by loss, betrayal, failings, defeat! Every hope

Going Home

You know that place that knows you back – You don’t need to explain. It understands those deepest wishes Where you go, it’s there first. Home. That’s the place I want to be and remain Safe, understood and comforted. I close my door and nothing else exits, Or matters! The world is a world away,

If Only

This is me lying face down on the ground, broken, wasted, dismissed, the life draining out of me. But I am still alive, only just. Memories of you waft in and out of my mind. Your face, your hair, your eyes … A smile dances around my mouth, despite myself. Have I got enough strength

Ghost Town

As I wander down my street, houses small, standing side by side, there is no echo of children playing, no small grinning faces, glad to be out of school for the summer. The town is empty, the pavements desolate. No footsteps tap on the concrete. Few revving cars can be heard, their music, coarse and

Gone: Poem

We used to have such fun, You and me. Me and you. We would laugh about the silliest things – oh how you would laugh at my jokes. You were small, and I tall. We had opposing views about some things but none of that mattered. We had a secret way of knowing no matter what,

Scream: Poem

Deep down there is a well bubbling, it is threatening to overflow. Whirling round and round picking up more strength at it goes. My mind can hardly contain my angst, my lungs aching as a scream bursts from my body, the echo of which can be heard around the world. And I would give the