She reached for the plain bread to lay it out. One slice each with beans off a far Foodbank. The disappointed children eat without pleasure, and look with eyes that show meagre years of Tory rule. ==== The face of plenty stares at them from the news- paper stand – jolly eyes like Santa with… Continue reading Christmas Threatened- Bah Humbug ?
Month: September 2021
Street Children
Shivering they silently stood outside, ever and always outside of all that is. They waited until a voice kindled the terror they remembered, and fowl money passed hands dirtying the innocence of a four year old child. ——— The others encouraged them to go in and accept that to survive is to strive and… Continue reading Street Children
House Martins in the Heights.
Swerving, circling, swiftly passing, peeling off, synchronised flying; feeling their freedom, it so thrills my soul, sharply they turn and soar to great heights, where spaces are clear, free and kind. —— Swooping, skating over the grasses gracing the top of Graig Fan Las and Bwlch Y Ddwyallt. Rising to the giddying heights of Cribyn… Continue reading House Martins in the Heights.
Afghanistan’s Wreath
Pontificating blaggards, blanketing women and blocking their tear filled pleas, and bludgeoning plunging humble hopes. — Praising their own bravery building a uniformity so bleakly fragile lives under policing of sexuality, face punishment lash and death. —— Politicising injustice runs through the land, Like the curling freezing fog of late Autumn, Killing the chilling life… Continue reading Afghanistan’s Wreath
Love
Those eyes, I look and see myself as he does, He stares back with leisurely love, It never wavers, Each tiny cell speaking peace, Each lash and brow saying, “Hush.” Challenged I watch those eyes that watched the children play, and Blessed them, turned to the blind and dumb, and healed them, looked into the… Continue reading Love
It started so well.
Alone, silently, a cell splits on a planet, cold and bleak, traces of life beginning fragile, hopeful and a stirring of a sigh. —- Then others mutate and movements starts as the urge to live, to create and to be but changes the barren land and sea and sky. — Slowly, creeping, altering organisms are… Continue reading It started so well.