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I’ll let you know my secrets,I’ll give you what I know.I’ll tell you all that made me,I’ll show you where I go. There is no understandingWithout first feeling pain.The blinding light of breakthrough sun,On shoulders soaked by rain. The humble yet deliciousCrust of bread, with butter – cold,When hunger is upon you;Rich and crumbly; yeastyContinue reading “Home”

Roast Turkey

Travelling anywhere now feels like such a blessing. Grateful for every new avenue that opened up, we all yearned for so long to be, not only; anywhere-but-the-village; but anywhere-but-the-sofa. The world had closed it’s pathways, as we peered through windows, marooned, masked and frightened, shrouded in uncertainty as to how we might ever explore distantContinue reading “Roast Turkey”

Battle

Many readers will identify with the painful to watch Versus Arthritis adverts on television . Asking viewers to pledge support for those in severe chronic pain. For those suffering a myriad of fatigue inducing symptoms. I imagine these adverts are met with a variety of responses. Each according to life experience. If illness for you hasContinue reading “Battle”

Art folio

Winter months are a good time to reset, remember, revisit and recollect. So often, when we feel it’s an uninspired time, we sweep aside how full the journey has been to get to where we are now. Discover again your forgotten gems, past achievements and unrequited ideas. And wherever you may be right now, keepContinue reading “Art folio”

Limbo

There’s a place called land of LimboOn the outskirts of the town,A place where friends are seldom made,In case you let them down. In case the big black dog returnsClaws sharpened on your door.And all the bags stored under bedsAre hurled in cars once more. In case the roots you want to growEntangle up yourContinue reading “Limbo”

Patience

When I was little sweets were banned, and only for rare treats.There’s plenty fruit and bread for toast,You don’t need these to eat! But shops had jars all glistening, and sparkling sugar beckoned.And being young,  the thought of waiting: even for a second,Was torture for my little head,And I became adept, At savouring each morselContinue reading “Patience”

Little lies

There was a little fib,Which turned into a lie.As time drew on, its vastness grew,Beneath the cloudless sky. The gossip started as a wayTo feel a little tough,To have a little power whenInside was not enough. The lie grew legs and turned into,A Chinese whisper sort,Who cares they thought, whose going to know ?I’ll neverContinue reading “Little lies”