Isolating Hell.

She breathed onto the window, and stared as the steam smeared her view, slowly dissolving to droplets dawdling down the pane and puddling. ————————– Her eyes were stretched. She shook from the horror of knowing, that he was here all day, all night by order of the British government. —————————– A Pandora’s box opened by… Continue reading Isolating Hell.

Be prepared.

We are running and rushing towards an abyss of blockbuster  proportions, no one is fully facing to be properly prepared for what may be. We shoot off our stinking guns and  starve children, we battle for land and barter the lives of our brethren, while, waiting       a virus wrests from  us our… Continue reading Be prepared.

The Caress of Nature

I sat beneath the boughs of the cherry blossom and felt its touch as light as a doves feather, it drifted down and traced its path down my cheek, and lay for a moment embracing me with a ———————- sweetness of a caress that called to me to become as light, reaching out with the… Continue reading The Caress of Nature

Death in the dark.

It happened in the night as the golden owl glided by and the scuttling of tiny mice scrabbling in the earth for food. ——————– The flowers slept and the trees were quiet. The swollen stream washed their roots and the rain rolled down in rippling rivulets. ———————— The silent drifting by of a fox, its… Continue reading Death in the dark.

Antidote – The Elephant in the Room

There was an elephant, oh so big, t’was rather proud of his twirling trunk he trumpeted triumphantly til the noise threatened all, he said they stunk. —————- He flung it far from side to side and lifted slippery trees and stuff and sweetly smiled his toothy grin, decidedly drunk on being so tough. ———————- When… Continue reading Antidote – The Elephant in the Room

Policing the Till

She sat at her till and stared sufferingly at the cascade  coffee boxes and cans and counting them carefully speaking kindly, she said, “No.” —————— Her pinched features pulling at her ready smile, she stopped the stockpiling and stealing of food from fellow folk who see only empty shelves. ——————– Words fall from her weary… Continue reading Policing the Till

Coronavirus

It enters the scene slyly, where from we know not. It challenges the chariots of human arrogance. —————– It sits waiting without  racism, genderism, sexism and classism, ageism or poverty. ———————– Wealth will not avoid its tentacles tangling and trying to kill as it seduces and secures ——————————- its future development; spreading silently, mutating, morphing… Continue reading Coronavirus

Lent a Fast

What do I do with Lent? Does God really choose to ignore me if I eat chocolate, or biscuits, or drink wine? —————– Does God like me better because I give up something? ——————— I believe that fasting maybe  not for God at all, but for me. A time where I feel better about myself… Continue reading Lent a Fast

Cofiwch Dryweryn

It is not just the loss of land nor the flooding of our homes it is the injustice of oppression ignorance of what I am feeling. ———————————– Someone pours water down the sink unknowingly wasting my weary woes another flushes the flood away into  the sewer taking our hopes too. —————————— There are other Tryweryns… Continue reading Cofiwch Dryweryn

The Storm Rages On.

Water seeped into the doors and waterways filled to overflowing, pasting excrement and fifth on clean painted walls littering a home with  the dross of human living. ——————- Trees toppling on tiles and roofs of racers breaking, using their bank balances and singling out the shoddiness of builders long gone. Gardeners losing control of blossoms,… Continue reading The Storm Rages On.