The best of love is shelt'ring form the coldwhen time and tide turn dark and skies grow dim;our hands, hearts and arthritic limbs grow oldyet love's spark shines as bright as e'er within: remember when the sun of youth was oursyou took my hand and boldly said to me'If you'll be mine, then gladly I'll... Continue Reading →
I'm sailing on the Partner shipthrough ever-changing seasat times a raging storm blows upthen breaks to blissful peace: At least half-way around the worldthis Partner ship has carriedme far, to lands and dreams untoldwhere often I have tarried to learn the tongues of foreign lands,adapting to the changesof life bound in by wedding bandsyet free,... Continue Reading →
I submitted a new poem, 'My Other-Me' to Free Verse Revolution in response to the October prompt, 'Reflections.' I am delighted to say that the poem has been published over at FVR in advance of the new month: My Other-Me The bent swans’ necksformed a heart-shapereflected in the lake:I thought of you.My Other-Mereflected in themirror-glass... Continue Reading →
A slow uptick Of traffic Slow and steadyRegistersSomewhere far out in cyberspace A change in my fortunes:Somebody likesOr maybe someone even lovesThese little things I doWith woven words And only words, thoughCrafted carefullyFrom pain and loveAnd dreamsI tasted once So very long ago it seemsFor youI write these wordsDear audience, dear friends, And dearest muse This quiet... Continue Reading →
Look out of your windowAnd what do you see?The sting in the Scorpion’s tail;And does it remind you of when you had me?Say, does it remind you at all?Love sparkled like starlightAt midnightEruptedIn showers of passionAnd ended in flameAnd now it’s all over my love can’t you seeThere’s a sting in the Scorpion’s tail? Whenever... Continue Reading →
This poem is dedicated to my mother, Elizabeth, who died aged 32. Today would have been her 62nd birthday. It's also dedicated to all those who knew and loved her, and to my children who she never got the chance to meet. The loss of my mother also inspired The Tide which could be read... Continue Reading →
Poem of the day: La Belle Dame sans Merci by John Keats, 1819. Perhaps my favourite opening lines of any poem: O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms Alone and paley loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake And no birds sing. The metre, that final line - it's pure music. And the last two... Continue Reading →
I caught the train by seconds that morning. My sister was already on board.I missed the train by seconds that morning. My sister was already on board. ‘We will meet for lunch after the interview,’ we agreed, as we pulled out of the station.‘We will meet for lunch after the interview,’ we agreed over the... Continue Reading →
