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His hands make light work of my dreamsand I have nurtured his long summers gone:Love is not always that bright thing it seems. My gentle heart is bursting at the seamsas I am left dejected and alone:his hands make light work of my dreams. I look into his eyes, where darkness gleamssuch callous conduct, careless,... Continue Reading →
Soft falls the mournful January rainlike snowmelt in the solitary heartwhile we wait for the thaw of spring in vain. This heart’s iced-over like the Snow Queen’s childno chink or salt-crack can yet penetrate:Soft falls the mournful January rain. A dulness permeates this winter-mindspreads tumour-like though winter-body blind while we wait for the thaw of spring... Continue Reading →
Let’s hope that 2020 won’t becomeApoc-eclipsedwhen catastrophic climate change takes hold:We’ve placed our lives on hold, still, not enoughto save us from our epidemic greed.Let’s pause, take heed, consider how we might avoidthe worst of this. It lies in understanding that the way we live our livesneeds shaking up:We hide under our duvets watching Netflix,... Continue Reading →
It is the dawn of a New Year in Lockdownia. Normally, this would be a time of rejoicing: feasting and singing; dancing in the streets of our villages and towns. This year has been quite different, especially for the Royal Family in exile. In Caer Pathogen, as it is now called (formerly Caer Non-Pareil), we... Continue Reading →
When we moved to Slovenia in June, I started a new series of blog posts called Postcards from Slovenia. These are generally short, image-heavy posts with a little background history of the featured place. There is no particular order to them, though I think that together they form a diverse and interesting series, Slovenia being... Continue Reading →
Bring out the dead, ring in the NewYear, all that’s past and gone:The hopes and dreams, past life with yousurrendered to the sun. Shine on this, my new life and dayeach moment made anewin which I dance so fond and free:Release my love for you. At times I’ll sing it on the windfor other souls... Continue Reading →
I've written rather a lot of poetry since March of this year, when the pandemic really started to take hold worldwide. I think the lockdown gave me the creative space I needed to connect with my poetic muse. I often take excerpts from my poems and make them into 'poetry cards' to share on Instagram.... Continue Reading →
Very early on in the first lockdown of this year, I wrote a poem called 'Poetry won't save you.' Well I'm here to testify that this year, poetry categorically has saved me. Without writing poetry and sharing it with others, without reading other people's poetry, I probably would have gone mad by now. Back in... Continue Reading →
This poem is an oldie, so it was lovely news to learn that Phoebe had published it on her blog today. It's a poem of changing seasons, perhaps well suited to this time of year: The song of Summer’s endingLament to lost enchanted daysSings in the early autumn windsAnd rustling leaves born on the breezeAnd... Continue Reading →
Sir Dodo has been left out in the coldfor shameless years that I care not to count:adorning displays in the Natural History Museum;shafted, stuffed and shelved upon a mount:Come in, Sir Dodo, come out of the cold, the time of feasting is upon us, justas once we feasted upon you this table's yours and you... Continue Reading →
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