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Spring is Here

April's here, the church bells ring Bees are buzzing and the songbirds sing The world is coming into flower Brighter and bolder by the...

When life gives you lemons...

I like that the wind can hurl me its bluster but not knock me down I like that the clouds can throw me their tears but not make me cry I...

The Shroud

The ethereal cloak of a misty morn It's cutting chill like daggers drawn The day to come, beyond the dawn, is hidden 'neath the gloom The...

A Prayer

I have lain for hours. Not asleep; a knotted ball of misery sits heavy in my heart. I wish I could dream, light and free. Released from...

The Nothing Day

Half-light, half bright Not quite morning, neither night The breeze is still, the birds are quiet A nothing day, an empty riot The oak...

Wisp 'o the Wold: a poem

On the edge of the town, in the woods by the stream, sat the Wisp o' the Wold on a golden sunbeam. She was watching the damsonflies dance...

If: a poem

If I were a little girl again, I'd go to the Billy Goats bridge. I'd peep underneath at the ugly old troll, then tiptoe across like a...

Breathe: a poem

I awake. I'm warm, comfortable, snug, the cat nestled in the crook of my left leg. Dreams, already memories, are drifting in and out of...

Betwixt: a poem

Early September is sent to confuse us Her split personality will often bemuse us Neither autumn nor summer, our mind's in a fix Not one...

September rain: a poem

September rain. A storm; stair-rods hurtling downwards like glass spears. Piercing the canopy at will, all life darting for cover....

The Boggart: a poem

The treacle-eating Boggart is extremely seldom spied He shies away from normal folk - their smell he can't abide. Their lying tongues can...

Slow-walking: a poem

Dedicated to Tilly who shows me a childs-eye-view every time we go for a walk x At the pace of a child the world slows down There's no...

The Portuguese Way: Day 1 - Yellow Arrows

Distance travelled today: 20 miles on foot Day 1: Porto to Vairão So, first things first, we survived the 'Squid Game' dormitory. In...

Blue sky hope: a poem

When the lane up the hill is more puddle than path, and you're up to your ankles in mud; when the stream overflows and is running so fast...

Big Coats: a poem

"Put on your big coats and go out to play!" Said my mam on a freezing February day. "But mam, it's cold, and those clouds look like rain....

Snow: a poem

The transformative magic of a snowy day Erasing all signs of yesterday's January A blanket of white reimagines the day As a beautiful...

Hide and Seek: a poem

I thought I saw the sun today A tiny glimpse, a solitary ray. A silvery glimmer upon the pond A twinkle through the bracken fronds A...

A Thin Place by Graeme Cox

Written by Graeme Cox Off to a thin place, to clear my head To feel earth beneath my feet To refill and bolster my starving soul To find...

Winter: a poem

It's dark all day and it's dark all night The sun comes around but the clouds hide the light The world feels small but the sky seems...

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