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Time laps the shore of life, ripcurled, the tidewhich pulls us under, washing over allthe sand, the land, the space, the race, the rideand never fails to stand, nor make us fall. We falter at the changes time brings on,uncomprehend the lines etched on our skin;the seasons dance their round, and we bemoanthe boundaries we're... Continue Reading →
The most romantic meal is fish and chipsin all the world, when shared with one you love:tart tang of salt and vinegar on the lipsthe tongue to tease, beyond reproach, above the cove carved out by coloured coasts,beneath the war memorial at high noon,leftover scraps to hungry seagulls tossed:to us, surfeit; to scavengers, a boon!... Continue Reading →
The Bay has taken on the shape of summer;high-cloud clears to sparkle-tip the waves:glittering prize bequeathed to us in winterwhen ice-cold breaths warmed into brighter days I’m falling ever deeper like the surf-swellplummets towards the depths of this salt seasand underfoot I stand, glowing and grateful:golden, the love your heart has gifted me My mind’s... 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 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 →
'Twas May Day when the workers did arisedemanding freedom with a single voice;they shook their leaders, took them by surprise;the leaders then were forced to make a choiceand so they promised freedom and rewardand won the trust of workers far and widebut then they charged with bloody pointed sword:the workers ran and scattered, where to... Continue Reading →
Both heels of his palms, this Easter, held redpunctures; Caesar’s crest, grace and pardon.He gifted his wrists to his pockets and bledblooms, like the roses in a Roman garden. From the terrace she watched the pageant unfold:Bowered petals showered the crowd in the streetand lovers, on scooters, cheered and threw goldand blue powder; dust from... Continue Reading →
At Easter time I first did meet my loveShe came to me one night when it was springDescended, so it seemed, from high aboveShe sang a song that she alone could sing At first my mind was riven, filled with fearMy feelings clouded by a troubled mindBut then her love it shone so bright and... Continue Reading →
How could you think of Easter without eggs?Shiny, foil-wrapped, hidden around the garden,small girls in nighties with their sturdy legsand boys in jammies, seeking, ardent?And boiled eggs, with their brightly painted shellswaiting for you to crack them. Inside, white and gold,like spring itself - blossom and daffodils.Winter is suddenly something we can holdand crack wide open.... Continue Reading →
We seek a Saviour in these troubled timesto lead us to some fabled promised landwe bind our hearts, wrap up our dreams as rhymesare scattered like so many grains of sand upon the windy beach, where yet we waitfor spring tides swell and rise to ease our painand search the far horizon, always lateto reach... Continue Reading →
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