Sunday, 30 June 2019

Blow It Away
I’m thinking
that every grain of sand
represents some part 
of my life
as I lie wet on my towel.
I’m thinking
that every speck
has some meaning,
some significance
for me.
And now
I’ve shaken them up
to dry them off
and
I’m watching them float away.
Float away
likes motes in the sunshine
leaving me
ready to begin again
with a clean towel.

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Friday, 28 June 2019


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Wednesday, 26 June 2019

Dragonfly
It was so beautiful,
gleaming huge and iridescent
gold and green and blue and black.
With wings that should have been clear,
filled with shining rainbows
not like this, twisted at strange angles
and dulled with sticky silk.
Not stuck there waiting
to be prepared for some spider’s supper.
I held it gently
and took it from the web.
I carefully removed the sticky silk
and saw the rainbows sparkle as they should,
saw it’s eyes brighten and gleam
with the prospect of freedom.
It took a while, this disentanglement,
a delicate task to free this fragile creature.
And when it was ready,
I opened my fingers and
let it fly away.
It bit me then.
No parting kiss,
but a bite that
left a bruise.
Such gratitude!

Tuesday, 25 June 2019

On The Inside
The circles are in such a tangle
it’s impossible to explore them
impossible to see what’s inside
impossible to plumb their depths
the coloured threads of a life
intertwined.
So I’m left with the outside
which is much simpler
much clearer
much duller
less colourful
and yet still
incomprehensible.
Sometimes
even when things are straightened
and appear clear
I can’t make sense of them
can’t manage to join the dots
and the dashes
and the tangles are more beautiful
which seems to be important.
The colourful threads of a life
intertwined round and round
on the inside of my head.

Friday, 21 June 2019

Round And Round
Round and round,
go the gaudy horses
trotting
cantering
round and round
the small sawdust ring
with the Ring Master in control
holding his whip close
making sure
the show goes on.
Round and round they go,
with a bareback rider
glamorous
smiling
swaying
on a rump,
but the smiles are fading now
and the once bright horses
drab and disheveled
are staggering
lurching
round and round
their treadmill.
Round and round.
Round and round.
Just one more revolution
and they'll be ready.
Ready
to bite the hands
that refused to feed them.
Round and round.
Round and round.
Only one more revolution,
to sharpen up the teeth.
Round and round,
just one more revolution.
What a circus.

Thursday, 20 June 2019

Dirty Hands
Gloves will protect you
from the dirt in the ground
as you pot and dig and prune.
Gloves will protect you
from the bugs in the bathroom
and the unclean creatures
invading the scratches of your hard labour.
But nothing will protect you from your dirty work
the kind that leaves dirt on your soul not your hands.
Nothing will protect you from that.
It will soil more than your hands
as it engulfs you, covers you
even when invisible.
You know
and its stench will stay with you
You know
that you’ll never feel clean again.
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Tuesday, 18 June 2019

Here Comes Summer
Here comes summer.
Long days of bright sunshine
and shiny warm evenings
stretching into starry nights.
We have waited a long time for the thaw,
for the ice to melt
away.
Sometimes the clouds gather briefly,
the dark ones,
not the fluffy whites.
Sometimes there’s a shower of rain,
perhaps refreshing,
perhaps thundery
when the clouds let fall their tears.
But for now there’s warmth and heat
and pleasure
with warm moist days to follow
when the sweet leaves begin to fall.
And a winter of blue skies
belying the cold,
so we can almost believe that summer is still
with us
and we are not lost as the freezing fog
descends
to envelop us
again.
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Sunday, 16 June 2019

In Flames
Gather round!
Gather round
the hearth
it’s a cosy place
if the fire is burning
and we’ll keep it burning
never fear
the flames.
Gather round
to watch them flaring
back to life
leaping
and lapping
from the once cooling embers,
watch the shapes and shades
flickering
dancing
alight
alive,
a living fire.
Gather round,
gather round!
We’ll keep it burning
the home fire
watch
closely
let yourself
be hypnotised
bewitched
be mesmerised
by the flickering flames,
waving and dancing.
Listen to them
as they crackle
and scream
as a living fire must.
Gather round,
never fear
the cold
we’ll keep it burning
the home fire
screaming
crackling
dancing
flaming
living
aflame
with new life.
Gather round.
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Friday, 14 June 2019

The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
They all said the same,
that the light
at the end 
of the tunnel
had been switched off.
She didn’t believe it.
Who would do such a thing?
So she went in search of it
wended her way along
the long dark tunnel
until she saw it
just a speck at first,
a glimmer of
starlight
shining
seemingly
from the outside in
while leaving the dark
outside.
Perhaps they were right
someone had turned it off
inside.
She scrambled up towards
to the end of the tunnel
and searched for the switch.
She found it
turned it on
and then
all was bathed in light
flooded with bright white light
but still she saw nothing
nothing hopeful
just emptiness
bathed in light,
in blinding light
so bright
so blinding
she fell back
disoriented
into the dark
into the emptiness of the dark.
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Thursday, 13 June 2019

Loss
The door was unexpectedly locked.
He found an open window
and climbed in.
He found her
lying
on the bathroom floor.
He tried to revive her
but she was already
dead.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” they said
but the greatest loss was hers,
the one who was
dead.
He knew then that irony
was still alive.

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