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As summer leaves behind the springThe days grow ever longerThe leaves are green the birds do singThe sun shines ever strongerI walk along the sandy shoreAnd gaze out to the distant seaI feel the warmth and long for moreThe summer sun has set me freeI then ascend a distant hillAnd contemplate a tranquil skyThe night... Continue Reading →
I don’t fall into winter, not like the dead leaves,but charge in, daubed cheeks and white breath;eager mornings tugging aside curtains’ sheavesto see the silvering frost-blanket the night has left. I don’t fall into winter, wishing for some brakesholding arms in front of me, trying to stop time.I gallop in gladly, relishing air’s chilly embracefinding... Continue Reading →
This Spring into Summer has me hangingas if to say, 'Wait - we're not quite there yet!'Long days of rain, holed up in my room singingI have endured, shunning the cold and wet and on days when the bright sea looks invitingI've shivered by the shore bewilderedby those brave souls who think nothing of divinginto... Continue Reading →
I remember the first tooth you lost. It was Granollers Day, annual fair of the nearest big town. C’était un jour de fête was playing in my head. Too much beer and revelry and sure, I lost a piece of myself that day. Why do we cling on to childhood? I remember the first tooth... Continue Reading →
As I sank into the depths of alcoholismdepression and despair not a soul around me seemed to careexcept the man who stood next to me on the tubewhose angry eyes seemed to say ‘how dare you stand so close to me?’Perhaps I didn’t smell too good: Sorry mate, did I spoil your commute? I wrote this... Continue Reading →
Hellebores, primrose, bluebells, geranium, forget-me-not: how could I forget you? For our love bloomed in the heady time of late spring flowers, around the rising of the late-May moon. Scents of lavender and roses drifted on the air, as the Star of Bethlehem reflected the moon's splendour, shining white. Buttercups and poppies swayed in daytime... Continue Reading →
I have witnessed the transition from Spring into Summer in several different locations. In the UK, the saying goes, Ne'er cast a clout, till May is out. ('Don't take your (winter) clothes off until May is over.') In Catalunya, it's Pel maig cada dia un raig ('In May, every day a ray' - but the... Continue Reading →
Driving home from York as a child: it’s a long drive, nearly three hours. First you cross the Vale of York, then over Bowes Moor from Scotch Corner down into the Eden valley. It’s a lot of wide open spaces and even wider, open skies. I can’t remember the time of year, though I’m guessing... Continue Reading →
If a dream was a dance and thatdance was a waltzI’d be whisked off my feet to thebeat of your pulse: I would whirl and I’d twirl as we’down the dance floorand my skirt all a-swirl would in-vite, ‘Just one more... 'Have this last dance, this last dance, thislast dance with me!'At the end of... Continue Reading →
Collapse dolineyou draw me in, below, beneath and in betweenthe underworld and over. Persephone was crownéd queenhere in this realmsilent, unseenbeside her demon lover. The fear of death evoked beneath the sealing stone’s rock ceiling, the river with one raging breatha wat’ry fate revealing. Collapse doline, the world withinpunctured my heart with knowing parallel worlds in other... Continue Reading →
