Christmas smelt of coal when I was very small,Curled beneath the eiderdown, light flickered on the wall.A tealight by the bedside, insurance just in case.On Christmas eve, a certain hope to catch sight of his face. Christmas smelt of sausage rolls, upon a Christmas Eve.When it was dark and candles lit, their festive scent I’dContinue reading “Cheeky”
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Raven
Raven The day we watched the funeral,when all the nation grieved.Sat inside with children home,Choirs on TV. A raven watched beside us,Beside the open door.Catching little snippets, Coming back for more. Black were all her feathersBlack were her bright eyes.But though the day was heavy,The sun shone in the sky. Other ravens gathered,Smart in feathered suits.Regal,Continue reading “Raven”
It’s not easy being green
Summers end, new school year, pencils in a row. Children reinvent themselves, some refuse to go. Autumn hides the cobwebs just as spring brushes them clean; Subscription to the promise of a new you yet unseen. Starting fresh sounds simple, leave the ghosts behind. Clear the debts from credit cards, from lovers, heart and mind.Continue reading “It’s not easy being green”
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”
Blanket
A blanket covers fields and streams, Stitched finely with gold thread. As night descends we sink in dreams, In patchwork caves of bed. The winter hills and earth and trees, though simple dark and bare, Are sheltering the mystic creatures Snowy owl and winter hare. A glimpse is all it takes to know We aren’tContinue reading “Blanket”