Poems, written as footnotes on life as it unfolds.
Beltane
Beltane is here when Spring has begun to bloom and the weather starts to warm a little and we lift our heads from winter as nature ushers in new life. Beltane arrives like a promise long forgotten, once again emerging fully formed, while we were standing, shivering,...
Lammas
Celebrated at the time of the first harvest of the physical world and how this mirrors our internal world and what is ready to be reaped now. The first apple falls berries turn bright fingertips are stained as if for the first time Hands will reach out to feel for...
Mabon
Taking place in the shift between summer and autumn where the day and night is of equal length. There is so much emphasis on what inspires us, on what we can take in and take on board. On how inspirational we can be. This moment draws equal attention to the benefits...
Summer Solstice
Marking a pivot point in mid year towards shorter days, we experience the longest light we will receive in this year's cycle. The light of the longest day has travelled such a long way Past planets and black holesto warm the earth beneath my feet The stone circle...
Samhain
I like to follow the wheel of the year which stops to notice the changing of the seasons and phases of the solar and lunar cycles, beautiful micro rituals on our journey around the sun. Samhain is celebrated around the 31st October. Time of shadows where distorted...
Roots
In so many ways my roots barely touch the ground. My whole body mass pressing down onto the soles of two small feet. Occasionally the root of my body and spine ease onto a sofa. But...
The word ‘Mum’
The word 'Mum', which is a noun has somehow become defined only ever as a string of verbs, or at best, adjectives as if, pretty, feisty, tired, hot, could cover it. as if all Mums' are comprised of, is the sum of all the partsof the actions of the repetitions of...
Portals
Poems are like portals. Someone draws a circle in the air. The circumference fizzes like a sparkler and we cannot look away. Portals draw us in. What lies beyond is in the eyes of the reader, the hearer. Writing is like waiting for a portal to open up, large enough...
Recall
when asked to recall a moment of joy I rewind to this young hearts, bright eyes youthful legs entangled over the sofapyjama bottoms and painted toes inhaling take away left oversthe way our bodies melted,resting, safe,mouths and ears full of chatter and nonsensein...
Coral 2025
March 2025 marks 5 years since our lives were turned upside down. I'd like to think we are now right side up again but on reflection, it feels more like sideways and still spinning. We needed the NHS then, we need it now and we will need it in our times to come. My...
Watermelon friend
if at times people and their ways confuse her mind and use all her spoons, she thought for a time,she could consider them as foodshe discovered sweets, for the occasional high, yet the so sweet / too sour is unpredictable, her body tells her she has had too muchshe...
Mississippi
Hi Mississippi Bye Mississippi is way she views time each second sweeping in to the next curtain callHi Mississippi Bye Mississippi the self same second bowing an exit asshe crosses the stage Hi Mississippi Bye Mississippi