Vertiginous winding to the lighthouse top
where the weak or faint hearted are tempted to stop
pressing on, ever on, up the ladder we climb
to look over the seascape remembered in rhyme
And I do, and I do want to stand with you here
looking over the Bay maybe year after year
as the seagulls below us who bask in the sun
have their fish still to catch, we have work to be done
Weaving poetry, spiralling throughout our lives
telling tales of the townspeople, husbands and wives
and their children who play in the rockpools below
singing songs of the past, to the future we grow…
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An update on Wounds I Healed
Having read through the manuscript of Wounds I Healed several times, I have now moved on to the process of creating the physical book. This is an exciting (albeit time-consuming) part of the publishing journey. Please bear with me, and excuse my absence from the blogosphere while I continue this work. I will do my best to catch up with commenting and reading when I get a spare moment! Watch this space for further updates….