The pottery wheel brings the writhing clay to life, its whirring pulses through the hands, moulding the sticky gooey mess, growing its potential and finding its nature through touching, loving and caressing the dirty lump until it reveals its hidden glory. — Steadily the rhythm grows and a shape is formed, a vessel glad to… Continue reading A Cracked Pot
War on children
He has sent these children into terror
War on Pregnant Women
It was the pregnant woman cradling her hope that shook me, a brave baby born to turmoil, no real future, freedom of speech and the liberty to choose a path where hissing missiles and guzzling guns will not overwhelm the fragile life that sparks behind closed contented eyes. – A year ago a couple’s loving… Continue reading War on Pregnant Women
My Country’s Shame
The shame falls on me like showers of hail, it drums on my burdened head. And I want it to help me shed my skin and bury me but- Would I be a whitened sepulchre? Faceless with my nation’s baseless and graceless way of torturing small children by turning them back, rejecting their cries because… Continue reading My Country’s Shame
The Trumpet Call of Spring.
( or Hope Denied) The saffron centred crocus shone against the dark earth, petals gently unfolding inviting the invasion of light and insects tending their pollen, enabling production of tapestry in grass; and secretly new bulbs grow ready to bring joy and luminescence to the troubled world. ———- Floating on the breeze bees hover, seeking… Continue reading The Trumpet Call of Spring.
The Murder of the Innocents.
The child’s eyes are closed
and her heart stops beating.
War showing again its yellowed
face of cowardice and words
The Winter of Injustice
Her lawyer explained and the rapist was freed, all because the CPS founder. —- She relives the scene, the brutal nightmare binds her, and liberated he’s free to further haunt her. —– Broken wings of women, abused and violated, sink into the mired ground of male malevolence. ——- Braced in courts faces, prejudicial trial, persons… Continue reading The Winter of Injustice
War in Winter
Grief digs deeper when the winter months mutter war, the loss of place, of purposeful peace and the gross destruction of homes, humans and even habitats of tiny beings that have sought warmth under the frozen crust. ——- It’s a bloody burden that they carry on breaking backs, as they see bursting bombs of greed… Continue reading War in Winter
My Valentine
The snowdrops split the Earth and bravely shone against the wintry grey. Hiding below where the secret darkness of the soil gives life, two fruits gradually split and new birth begins. Separately they grew entwining the bare branches of the beleaguered hawthorn ruled by frost and snow, hail and gales. But still they grew on… Continue reading My Valentine
Leading by Manipulation
Hear, hear, grew the charge and so the slow lethargic loyal men and women wove the web around his feet, tripping and ripping his riposte. —- Whipping them were those now nervously, previously deviously devising each broken rule, wearing blue to hearten him, smelling the welling of the telling of truths, they writhe and slithily slip… Continue reading Leading by Manipulation