Category: Poems

Just Between Us

Your cool breezeis a breaththat lifts my hair,  kisses my ear. I’m the only onewho’ll hear your voicein the thundering silenceof this April dawn. Everyone else is asleep,deaf to the poemthat hums in my head,thrums like a guitar string. I interpret your Morse codeof raindrops, transcribeyour windy whisper into words, recording our early morning conversation. […]

Don’t walk, swim!

My days at the local poolhave been reduced.No more quiet swimming on Fridays. That’s when they meander across lanes,chatting loudly about anything inane,getting in every swimmer’s way. I swim a length underwater and when I riseanother woman’s boobs are in my eyes –she doesn’t attempt to apologise. They’re not even swimming!They walk – or hang […]

Impossible Rainbows

The salt marsh fadesbeneath sky tinged with grey and a violet obsession. Wielding its thunder-axe,the storm’s hooves skid and the sky cracks fusing the horizon. Dandelions spatterverges, thirsting for some pitter-patter while I insist I’m right as rain. I’m ready to bravea nor’easter, given the promise of a stormy day and rainbows impossible to follow to their ends. Kim […]

Life Coach

I struggle to rearrangethe furniture of my own life,emotions are too heavy to lift. Even the dust bunnies hidingbehind the sofa are laughing at me. I give throwaway advice,take none in return,misunderstand the art of feng shui,the importance of decluttering. My thoughts are so jumbledI can’t fit them into boxes,and they spill across the floor,tripping […]

Letter To Myself Looking Back

Six years ago, in the fertile belly of pandemicspring, you were inside looking out. The street was quiet, no traffic, bar a delivery van,the driver masked and gloved, as were the single walkers, with or without dogs.Not even an aeroplane in the sky. The sun shone, flowers bloomed, but you wiltedin the stifled isolation of […]

Doughty

Among globules of hail a single purpleflower stands resilient to the chill: a grape hyacinth shivering amongdrooping daffodils. They bloomed too soon, their yellow hurrahs loud and blatant,nodding and dancing in March winds. When the sun arrived, stirring our winter-frozen hearts, we peeled off a few layers, exposed skin like petals unfurling,only to feel the […]

Padraig’s Snake

What ifa green snakehas lived inthe green grass all these years,        despite changes         to climate,                     hidden             in the richness       of its own colour,even whenfamine struck? Emerald,undulating        and coiling         but never striking,         living its best life              while Paddy                is celebrated –                          he didn’t do                          a proper job. Perhaps he knew,thought he’d test faith,          spice up mythology          […]

Apflod*

* Anglo-Saxon word for low tide. What impressed our ancestors about the rocky coast?Those wet rocks, barnacled and slick with weed?The immense power of waves that boastas they crash onto the shore, pounding screefrom cliffs to sand? And here I stand, watching gulls circle above;below, the colours of the wild sea are mixedas if a […]