The willow weeps for us all in moments of loss, moments that drift out of reach, slip from our hands, like the tethers of the narrow boats as they leave their moorings While so long ago you and I were already lost, an embrace by the tow-path, a canal-side tryst, a betrayal of trust, and… Read More For Whom the Willow Weeps
A little thought experiment. Imagine your last night in a foreign city. How do you feel? Where will you go? What would you like your lasting memory of this place to be? Cityscapes, streets streaked with the reflections of a thousand lights, many leading to parts of the city you did not have time to… Read More Last Nights in Foreign Cities
This poem looks bigger than it really is, like a cat under threat. It has been magnified a hundred thousand times, but remains only a pinprick of light in the canopy of night. [We are told stars are bigger than they look, but we know that can’t be right – they are the nano poems… Read More A Nano Poem
A candle topples in the sand in the tray in this holy space. Is this significant? Embraced as we are by ancient architecture in this vastness, we lose our significance. Our smallness helps us to look at the world in new ways, investing the once trivial with special meaning. I lit the candle for a… Read More Fallen Candle
It was late afternoon when I gazed over the churchyard wall at the river catching the last of the light as it flowed under the old stone bridge. The past couple of hours had seen a succession of dark clouds scurrying across the sky, jostling for position in a perverted meteorological beauty competition to seize… Read More Kite Over Fotheringhay
Come September, I feel the planet slip on its axis. There is a perceptible shift in the light-dark balance as the slider moves to the left. Inside, on the shoreline of my heart, the waves start to break more slowly and shadows lengthen to embrace me in their conspiracy with the autumn skies.
National Poetry Writing Month – Day 25 Some sadnesses are beyond the reach of therapy; craters that no amount of love can fill, an emotional landscape as alien as the moon.