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”

Thankyou

As we look past the storm damage and the winter garden, bereft of it’s colours and usually dug up by four giant paws … We could be sad and ponder all that was lost, and is gone: lament the landscape of change. Or we could take a moment to celebrate all that has been andContinue reading “Thankyou”

Soup

As the temperature changes and jumpers are sought We get to discover the sale stuff we bought  Last winter from Next where we queued like grey dominoes To purchase more clothes, where straight under the bed they go. And finding soft clothes fitting dark cooler days , Is akin to the lure of the slow cookerContinue reading “Soup”

Chance

Nobody knows what the road ahead will bring. From an early age my philosophy has always been to prepare the way ahead, just in case tomorrow sends you a curve ball. Which we all know is exactly what life does in the most spectacular, ridiculous, heart-breaking or just plain annoying ways. Following on from ourContinue reading “Chance”

Baby bird

How old were you when you found your wings ? When did you first feel in control of your choices? Or grounded enough to let go of your fear? Whose fear was it anyway ? Did you climb a mountain in a sweltering landscape and peek at your new perspective through the gap in the clouds?Continue reading “Baby bird”