A Stranger’s Request

A Stranger’s Request

A Strangers Request I do not regret our brief conversation. You asked if I could write a few lines. A poem on love, a stranger’s request to share with the world in print. An epitaph for a stranger’s heart. What universal truths lie in that request? To feel love’s...
The Well of Dreams

The Well of Dreams

The Well of Dreams Dip lightlyin to the well of dreamspast starlit nights, golden days.I see you and I smile.See our children laughing,grown up now,yet in the well of dreamsthey laugh and smilechasing around the garden,beach, fun park, woods, laughing wildly,to fall...
Short Dull Days

Short Dull Days

SHORT DULL DAYS When the Christmas lights are stowed away secure for the summering months ahead we traverse the counties’ winding lanes greasy in their dankest, darkest bed. Verges blurred and drawn by dragging rain tramp their liquid mud for miles ahead. Distance is...
Declining December

Declining December

DECLINING DECEMBER In the declining days of December the brevity of daylight is deeply drawn.On clear, bright mornings there is the hour of golden splendour,horizontal shafts gilding all in radiating wakefulnesswhile achingly long shadows draw and cling to the...
Ancient Nativity in a Modern World

Ancient Nativity in a Modern World

Ancient Nativity in a Modern World. This, the nativity time of year.Mum’s plunder cold, dark drawersfor old sheets, worn out tea towelsforgotten dressing gownsand dusty summer sandals. This, the time of transformationfrom iPad childrento first-century shepherdsbearing...