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When you let your heart be gentle and at easeyou note the play of light, the golden hourand your sole purpose is only to pleaseyourself, like every springbent flower To feel at home, alone among the treesat peace within, without a passing carethese are the days, I would have more of theseskirting the wilderness, in... Continue Reading →
First day of maternity leave spring is awakening sun lights the golden treesbirds in high branches sing Spring is awakening horses graze furrowed fieldsbirds in high branches singas the new year unfolds Horses graze furrowed fieldsobelisks measure timeas a new life unfoldsbeneath this heart of mine Obelisks measure timefirst day of maternity leavebeneath this heart of minesun lights... Continue Reading →
The forthcoming poetry collection, Life on the Blue Planet by Cheryl Batavia, is not just a book, but an experience. I must start by remarking how beautifully presented it is: I love the fonts, layouts and colourful photographs which adorn its pages. As for the poems, from the moment I started reading, they made me... Continue Reading →
I carry worries, fears and caresall through my day, and such employleaves little space to realisethat I should also carry joy. I carry weight from many years'sickness, responsibilities,yet, in the midst of all of these,know life is more than tears. The dancing of the sunlit waves,raindrops which wet the mouths of caves,such secrets as I... Continue Reading →
Swift as an arrow to the heart marking the start of a new adventure, cleft like a tree trunkdeft as a dartof pleasure, pain or censure. Soft as the rain at eventide,mists of the midnight massesgathering under the church to hideas the congregation passes.Feathered and framed in a picture booksky from the realms of storyread in some... Continue Reading →
The heat was sweltering at noon:the Minster Bells' cascading tunecould not relieve me, seeking shadewithin a willow-hidden glade.A boat trip down the peaceful Ousewith cooling breezes, soothing viewsserved soon to calm my sun-stroked mind,such peace as weary travellers find. Later, I walk familiar wallsas summer rain, all fragrant, fallsto I find I am a child... Continue Reading →
A poem inspired by my last Hadrian's Wall walk, and the scenery and rock art of Cumbria.
A tribute to the wonderful Brian Wilson.
A satirical examination of AI poetry.
A talking blues in homage to Bob Dylan on his 84th birthday. Inspired by the English seaside town of Whitley Bay.
Experiments in Fiction 