Greying, frost burned branches, hanging low as they sun turns and warms them, calling out, nature yawns and slowly wakes. — Slowly the buds come and each sunny day fresh green mixes with the winter gloom and cold, giving hope of a golden rebirth. —– Everywhere around daisies glow, tiny violets and bluebells delight, their… Continue reading Glorious Gorse.
Month: April 2023
Grief a Broken Heart.
The darkness grew in my mind, as I watched the fragile light recede, in my distress I saw it swallowing, me whole. —– The grief I felt washed through, as I remembered the good things, and there, in a moment, overwhelmed I wept. —– You were there and yet I could not reach you.… Continue reading Grief a Broken Heart.
Chains
It was on the sandy quay, rusting amongst the lobster pots and shells and tangled nets. It lay unmoving and I tried its weight, iron heavy, covering my sandy hands with golden, rust dust, and I wondered how it felt to have them tightly wound around my wrists and how I would struggle, fumble and… Continue reading Chains
The Trenches
Mud like superglue, makes battle grim, mountains of slimed clothes, never clean, boots feel like leaden weights and the humble sandwich tastes like dirt. — The sweet face of a friend sinks down, leaving the grief to to fight and show that this hell is more than enough, and bitterness bloats the corpse. —- Precious… Continue reading The Trenches
P T S D
Glimpses of, What might have been, Nightmares of what has been. Days spent in restless anticipation of fear, nausea, hope or despair. —— Hating my own hair and teeth, revolted by the marks on my flesh, loved by someone who stands by me Day on day, hour on hour. —— No criticisms or judgements, no… Continue reading P T S D
Sacred Sunrise
The candles burned brightly in the temple, repaired the curtains and ordered the day, while down in the fields a body, dead lay. ——– Relieved they slept through a golden dawn and missed the signs that God was about, missed the glory of dying being bested. ——- The sun burnished creation that morning and made… Continue reading Sacred Sunrise
Good Friday for her?
I grew, thickened, became taller and fairer, My arms were light and freely danced in the wind. —– They thought me beautiful admired me, My blossoming, fruit and even autumn, golden hues. —– At night I’d reach out and touch stars, and feel the life blood rising and filling me with joy. —- I was… Continue reading Good Friday for her?
Humility
Humility they say is nature’s way, and the converse a despotic state, with xenophobic policies and warring natures, creating a climate of fear. — Is God humble? Arrogant? Cruel? Was the fruit a test or a taunt? The haloed angels a health warning? The violence and retribution His? —- ‘If you have seen me you… Continue reading Humility