The Art of not doing

What have I got to do today? Dear god, that’s a very long list! I’ll be rushing about from dawn until night And I’ll probably go round the twist. And really, I don’t want to do it I’m sure things are not quite that dire I’d like to take this very long list And throw…

The Doorway

As we come to the doorway It would be easy to falter We cannot see beyond the threshold It’s black as the void within The stone steps are old and worn Made long ago by forgotten hands Unkempt ivy overhangs the opening Limp tendrils twitch a warning in an unknown breeze No one has come…

Sunrise

Faint light appears in the east A baby day calls its infant greeting In beams of light lending colour to the world At night all is grey and blue and black But now the earth too wakes up With green and brown of leaf and bark and blade Green too, in the water, reflecting blue…

The Remains of the Past

It sits beside a lonely track That winds its way, under blossom trees Toward remembered places But this, this is long forgotten Tiles on the roof cracked and falling Stone walls askew Wooden door leaning from its hinges Thickets half grown over On their way to reclaiming the cottage For nature Ease open the sagging…

Your Cwtch

When you are alone When you float in a vacuum And no one comes to you When you reach out and cry For a single touch A moment of love To feel that someone cares Let me in Let me open my arms and hold you Let me embrace, hug, cuddle Let me use my…

In the village square

They’ve carted the tree from the deep woods Tall and strong, lashed onto a cart And pulled by a team of horses Into the village, into the square. They work together, lifting it into place Securing its base with buttresses and stones Until it is upright, as sturdy as it stood in the forest Then…

A different Christmas

In a year of contagion, isolation Of sickness and fear Waiting for things to go back to how they were Will they? Should they? Shops and radios alike blare Rudolph and Frosty Everyone pretending that everything’s fine Maybe if we can’t afford That Christmas of the usual, luxury and fun Maybe if we can’t see…

Is love ever wasted?

Can love ever be a waste? No! we cry. Of course not! Love is an absolute good, how can it ever be wasted? And yet we all remember gifts of time and care accepted without appreciation kindness in word and deed sneered at and spat upon Generosity taken for granted while the giver, (obviously a…

You can’t always get what you want

I’m sorry, kitty, you were having such fun and I ruined it Poking about in the bathroom I staggered out of the bedroom and wondered what are you up to? Scrabbling behind the toilet roll holder Ears pricked, whiskers forward you looked happy and excited I feared the worst and fetched the insect spray Carefully…

Sailing the Sky

Sky meets horizon and reflects in the still water two suns, two sets of drifting cloud white to yellow, then red to purple and blue doubled, radiating above and below Let us enter the boat and drift across the sea surrounded by colour and light until we do not know whether we sail the water…