Sunshine in Darkness

Rain and fear had washed away the Sun
Her colours run ragged in the rain
But primroses and daffodils kept
The memory of brightness

Time and the Virus

Everything has stopped
Except our beating hearts
This fear, anxiety
Dread
To curtail viral spread
Those things by which we
Often measure passing time

Caterpillar dawn

Caterpillar dawn
creeps across the ocean

Seven Sisters

Sweet sisters Pleiades
Peer out from their nursery nebula
New baby stars
Half the age of the chalk hills
I live upon

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Bye bye Blackbird

Last spring the laurel hedge by my window was empty
No chirruping, calling, no rustling of glossy leaves
No fledglings edging off the nest onto twigs and then the adjacent fence
No wobbling and frantic flapping as parents patiently cajole
No triumphant flights to the Rose bushes
Only to tumble to the grass
As the chosen twig was too thin

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Too hot, too hot

Like tracks in the snow
Little lives go
In our melting

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https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

Winter journey

Sunset bruised sky

What do I remember first?

Is it the blackboard where I learnt my ABCs?
The way I tripped over my own feet, scarring my knees?

Melody

Your notes fly through my innermost existence
talk of longing and love
melody tears at my contentment
what little there is of it

Rain on the Moor

Here on the moor
Rain closes you down

Granite Moon

Granite moon
Grey and old

Missing Owl

Woken by moonlight
Shafting through my curtains

Ghost Ocean

Waves throw up on the shore
remnants of ocean lives
tangles of plastic
debris from both sides
of a blurring boundary.
Revealing hints of the diversity underneath
and of the death we impose.

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https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

 

Airport

Airport bubble
that tinny echo
of voices

My sons tower over me

My sons tower over me
making me feel like I have shrunk

Atlantida Mar

Distant splashing, laughing voices
And all around a happy din

Time and the starlet

Deep in space-time, she awakes
throws off her mantle of gas

Sunday in Spring

Two fields over, Rooks argue
a raucous parley that
goes on and on and on
while other birds sing prettily

Escape

A desert enters your soul
hot sun settles deep into bones

Rope

Droopily rope you now thread through my life

The wilfulness of Apples

A breeze ripples pinkwhite blossom
stars lean down from space

Cold Sun

Sharp shadows jag over bare branches
frost nips and tucks

Robin in the fig tree

What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?

Lightly seared on the reality grill

Lightly seared on the reality grill
falling outside

Sacrifice

Tucked into a corner of the woods
a handful of graves gleam

Silence

The hum of insects going about their lives
the faint rustle of a breeze through the nettles

Honeycomb

Turning slowly above us
lie huge mirrors

Gone

When it happened, we each thought
that we were the only one.