BLINK!

She watches him striding up the garden path moonlight blazing down on his every footstep, silver grey she steps from behind the curtain – at last! And watches him approach, both rigid with expectation. How long has it been? Does it matter? Now he is here, and she is right there! Her mouth moves to

Stumble

********* I am but a shadow of my former self eyes like slits seeing nothing on the outside. My shoulders hunched, bear the brunt of a wizened body I pass ghost-like through it all… Life has hurled me the book of dreams fulfilled? – Not a chance of dreams dashed that’s about it! I stumble

An Enchanted Moment

*********************** The touch of a hand, so a balloon rises high into the sky. The twinkling of an eye sends hearts soaring, someone else catches their breath caught between one moment and the next. * Two glasses clink two pulses quicken. And then whispers in the dead of night of promises for today and tomorrow,

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