Poetry

  • Coming Home

    Let this heart I wear on my sleeve draw all of its letters in the sand… not just the ones I think you will like me for. And in that sand, let there be scribbles of the past, the present,… Continue reading

  • The Rose

    The rose began to wither, in her heart of woven gold, the ocean melted in her eyes for stories never told. The window shone the morning bright, not once did she look there, the darkness had become her and the… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 31. The Land of Darling

    Come with me to the land of darling. A place where night-lights watch over sleeping babes. A place where laughter skips ’round the edge of the world, looking for a new soul to leap into when the time is right.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 18: The River

      She sits upon the river bank, Picks daisies one by one, She peers into the dawning day, Sighs ‘welcome’ to the sun.   The windy reeds sway in the morn, Sweet blackbirds hop and play, A simple hour of… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 4. The Darling Moon

    What if The darling moon Fell in love With the Sun? Would two lights shine from the black? Or Would day-time drift the lovers into the open blue Where they would shine A single ray on a hill by the… Continue reading

  • The Gift of Bother

    Last week I was car-less. Imagine. A young Mum with things to do. Places to go. Objects to move from one place to another. Small children to move from one place… To another. What a bother. And then it struck… Continue reading