Poems, written as footnotes on life as it unfolds.
Horizon scanning
It is not lost on me that as a poet who loves words and relies on metaphor has become tired by the overuse of terminology in the workplace. Perhaps it is that these terms are banded about with such high frequency across all the sectors that it’s become another noise...
Cheers Drive
Roots are everything. They draw you back. When the sap runs back down it returns to the roots, looking to be nurtured, seeking renewal. Memories draw up overlapping lines of time, merging, criss-crossing across the landscapes of Bristol and Somerset and bringing me...
Redemption Revisited
Sunday dinner be good, try not to sin on no account become angry, try not tofeel guilty that your powers cannot extend to prevent bad weather, neverthelesshold off the rain, stop the car from breaking down and your family with it at whatever cost keep your little...
Swans, elephants and egg shells
I recently attended an event for carers who also work. It could be that folk care for those who are young, or who are elderly or with a long term condition which affects their daily living, whilst at the same time needing to work to make ends meet, yes, and also to be...
If I said magical
In this year I have tried to be especially open to discovery. I have endeavoured to be curious. In so doing, in experiencing new, in being changed, I might try to explain it, in order to share it. But then in the explanation of something remarkable, there is...
Middle of the road
This year I will turn 40, or 788,that is,if I am the sum of all the years I have been,that is,if those years all add up to something more thanwhat you seethat is,a collective culmination ofsome kind of insight that edges ever closerto what some may refer to...
What is heard
It's all very loud out there right now. Perhaps no more than normal but it seems so to me. All those decibels, hertz, vibrations reverberating constantly. So much noise is generated and amplified and some people throw words about, like sound doesn't matter. The...
the Rules of capitalisation do Not Account for what is in the Middle
If you were born a Capital you could never know life without it If you were born a Capital the viewpoint is always above The unwritten, written rule,known, accepted, assumed, Capital is bigger,ergo betterIf you were born a Capitalyou have always been first, Or a been...
everything I look at demands something of me
Everything I look at demands something of me, that is to say, almost always, 51 weeks and weekends of the year. But this past weekend, this 1 weekend of 52, something else happened instead. Sat in a car in remote Scotland with 3 friends from times long gone by, I...
She is all
she she is all smooth all rich all deep evokes all long steady strokes all base and bass notes all low vibration all cedar mellows she gives way to melody to step-toe across waters dance like light high, fleeting and bright when melody flits and fades away she she...
She-ever
whomever whoever she-ever that is who I see to the girl I was thank you dear heart you were rarely free to the woman I will be I see you through the woods I hear you breathe my she-ever my child my elder me Image by Nika Akin from Pixabay
Prior years
Though I need the compost of prior years though it is in fact unavoidable that I must sit in it Though I can draw on intent and toil and turn the mess to eek out the very best nutrients of that time It is compost now it is moulding and mulching now both decomposing...