Five Senses of an April Day

The bows across the violins bending the oatmeal grass. She heard Vivaldi The rich dark peat beneath springs radiant energy. She felt Earth and Fire The pas de deux of balletic butterflies in the briefest love She saw Romeo and Juliet Sweetened butter adorning spikes...

Black Water (Whixall Moss)

Time for me is immaterial as I lie waiting – a deep hollow of entrapment blackness leaching into my sunless soul a completeness of no reflection. I am totally blind, but I can sense movement – and I wait. Why am I waiting? I wait because I am starved. Starved as the...

The Fabric of my Being

Iridescent green encases my inner jewel of life beginning – unsheathed purple plumule and gold leaf– exposed viable for germination. Strands of molecule threads branching out analysing atmosphere – unemotionally fabric of forest floor – explored for viability of womb....

Entrenched am I in the letters from him…

Entrenched am I in the pain of him of missing him of the fear in him Entrenched am I in the heart of him of anger in him of the change in him Entrenched am I in the depth of him of caring in him of the soul in him Entrenched am I in the unity of him of duty in him of...

Knight to Black Night

Resolute in hardened steel of armour Ended lives with a slice of his sword Fought with valour, fought with pride Learnt to hate the crusading invasion Erstwhile gone, in a warriors time Cried like a babe at what he’d done Turned his back on the Bloody Battle...