Poems, written as footnotes on life as it unfolds.
Yule
Winter solstice poem The hum of activityof making and sellingFire's lit stoves' on We fill the rooms with chatter and grand gestures Yule comes gentlyknocking at our wreath donned door The silent guest who speaks only in the quietness of the earth Breathes in the...
If in doubt, breathe out
If in doubt, breathe out.If standing in a shopping line,or stuck at a red light If in doubt, breathe out. If hounded by your children who keep calling your name, or waiting at a bedside desperately hoping your Mum would say the same If in doubt, breathe out.If you're...
AI whose ancestry is algorithms
AI is not old enough to have an inner elder it has lived only long enough to be a teenager at bestsimplifying information, regurgitating a reply AI vocabulary informed by the dominant prevalent forces of our past distilled online, which are not pretty and make no...
List poem
The books I am reading like my life are half doneWise Women vs The World According to Philomena Cunk a concoctiona conundrumof conflicting characters The masks I put on the roles I play The Body Keeps the Score edges folded down to return to later Rest as Resistance...
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...