Country Living

************* When life gets too much rushing here and then rushing there I can think of going back to that place. When the traffic is at a standstill beeps and horns, yelling – where busy feet scuffle and scrape the sidewalk the cacophony is deafening. The rise of pungent food odours mingle with the death

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

Husband, Where Art Thou?A Sonnet

Besieged with the same question Rain down the same answer ‘I don’t know’, yet a smile I still plaster, Hands wrung, oh this life’s predilection! Songs sung to the moon and the sun Oh, to be like many a couple made A voice earnest and sweet ‘please send me a date’ I, comely of dress

The Ageless Heart

Worlds may collaspe oceans ripple and journey through the earth. Time passes slowly, ebbing away the stuff of mere mortals, seasons come and seasons go, until two worlds collide. From there. Somewhere. Undefined. From the depth of existence, something ancient yet modern bubbles to the surface… Hark! A heart no less. It knows nothing yet

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