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 →
Are we, homo sapiens, enough to save ourselves and save the soul of every earthborn thing?We’re all burnt out, like books pulled down from shelvesand tossed upon the pyre of long-lost learning. We turn a blind eye to our historyand science too, ignoring every factembracing selfishness and infamyto cheat ourselves into our final act. We march... Continue Reading →
Come, workers of the world, let us unitein questioning the purpose of our role:to build a future fair, and free, and brightor drudge towards some profit-driven goal? We may feel we are cogs within a wheelwithin another wheel relentlessly such wheels are turned until we barely feelour role within our planet’s destiny. Perhaps we are climbing... 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 →
It is the morning of another yearhere in this temperate European landwhile over in the Southern hemisphereAutumn descends upon the scorching sand.The new-day light entreats me go outsidewhile chatter of the birds also invites;the song of nature echoes far and wideand bids me join this dance of spring delights.Each year remakes itself, old skins are... 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 →
