Mary and Jean are ever so keen to explore space in a flying machine This flying machine belongs to their ma Who borrowed it from their grandpa Grandpa says he once flew to a far distant star Where the aliens where large and green They had to be seen Both kids agreed So they worked […]
Autumn treasures we went to find, conkers, acorns, it took some time when the helicopter whirls were discovered and then the chestnut swirls where uncovered, hidden within the seeds and things, that we collected though we left the fairy ring. Hazel nuts, pine cones and river stones, waiting within a cloak of leaf cover, browns […]
Today I wore my malachite dress Today it is turquoise Sometimes it is green and gold IT brings admiration Today I talked of rocks and poetry and genocide Today is an amazing day An awful day and An AWE filled day Today I reconnected with people I have not seen for too many years Today […]
Hope is a small person Short and slight They look like they would break But people rarely notice because… Hope has peronality Large and loud An abundance of personality The more they are pushed… The more stubborn they get Hope is always there When you need them And even when you think They are gone […]
There is a sun rising Behind a coppice tree That though it is cut down again and again and again – always comes back, bigger and stronger
Taramasalata – to me are dips of different colours Later I learned the pink one was taramasalata, It was fish eggs, it smell of fish, it was thick and somehow sweet. Later still I learned it was pink because we used tinned fish to make it. The other dips: a garlic nutty thing with a […]
I am an old hope I have existed for millennia Growing with each generations Stronger at the point Where it seems like I will die. Each time I seem diminished a new hope is born To grow and be loud Little New Hope so fresh do not despair at the work to be done it […]
The wind blew me into a new shape – a strange shape A shape I did not know or recognise This new shape was an old shape And I am monster – framed in exactitudes by others I am mother – the maker A conduit who is more Who is PERSON. I am etched and […]
Found Poems of the Concrete – The Priory The city landscape is multifaceted and layered, within this city, the one I chose as home – there is industrial wealth rotting from the victorian glory and areas of decay a few decades in the making – fixed with memories and longings and a hope that transcends […]
When I have nits Grown ups say They are bad And the itching I’ll agree Will drive you mad But have you seen That grown ups tend To get a little thine on top? And out of their chins pops wispy hairs That’s because Knitting nits Knot your hair Make it strong and thick And […]