Monday, 28 February 2011

~ What Love ~

The poet....
boiling voice
rang clear.
A smile of snow
through sun.
Advancing heart,
a flower bared.
The heat shut in,
and silent words
vaulting charm
and grace.
Prose praised,
heart failed.
What love....

8th June 2010

Sunday, 27 February 2011

~ Hiraeth ~

Sun warm on skin.
Rogue wind. Cool. Gooses my flesh.
Eyes roam over ancient hills.
Feel small but I am huge...
So much a part of all I see.
I breath it. I feel it. I embrace it to me;
greedily holding on to what is left.
I grieve for what has been lost
- so many changes in my time.
I grieve...
I grieve...
I grieve...

7th June, 2008

Monday, 21 February 2011

~ I Sit Quietly ~

I sit quietly...
a leaf, coloured by autumn drops from its tree.
I sit quietly...
a tortoiseshell butterfly flies by my face.
I sit quietly...
a bumblebee lands on a flower by my feet.
I sit quietly...
a Robin serenades me from a nearby branch.
I sit quietly...
a money spider comes to rest on my hand.
I sit quietly...
and see and hear a large skein of geese as they fly by.
I sit quietly...
and hear the whoosh of the sea below me.
I sit quietly.
With Nature.

5th October, 2009

Thursday, 17 February 2011

~ Waters of Silver ~

Waters of silver,
a shrine to sprinkle
ancient air.
Tree, bare, naked.
Stones breath in.
Silent water
rising green and sharp
and grieving,
comes broken
in red and white.
The stone of shore,
a gentle, soft yellow.
The river,
purple, light,
springing journeys
with the day.
5th September, 2010

Tuesday, 15 February 2011

~ The Beat of Footsteps ~

in deep mud,
the beat of footsteps.

in a bed,
a secret

The owl drifting solemn
down the night,
grave thoughts

31st March 2010

Monday, 14 February 2011

~ My Love is Scarlet ~

My love is scarlet
and ruby.
Cocky and merry;
rich in stars;
 ancient with shadows;
never sober.

Brightness sweet as air
Singing away.....
20th October 2009

Sunday, 13 February 2011

~ I think I hear voices ~

The sky with light of Spring
when wind vaults the eagle's wing,
seizing shy fingers from sleep
on fighting waters.

I think I hear voices
cry on the wind.

3rd November, 2009

Friday, 11 February 2011

True Love

Lights soft and silk
peruse the mirror of honey.
Sparkling stone sighs,
and the moon
comes down on the rain.
True Love
8th June, 2010

Thursday, 10 February 2011

~ In the White of the Moon ~

In the white of the moon
a horseman lives,
naked in honey~heather.
Silver~night river
soft under the sky

8th February, 2011

Tuesday, 8 February 2011


A starless night
calls out to hear
the breeze and trees
as they run,
and white as morning
through the veiled

13th January, 2011