‘Little ones’ of our Natural World

Hummingbird Bone-china lightness like fanning rainbow paper. Speared probes drink nectar Goldcrest Miniscule plumpness royally crowned in orange-gold trills to splinter glass Pipestrelle Bat High-pitched sound wave; in minute dusk navigation. Flight of stretched...

Mitch – my Scottish Boy

I wish you were here; it’s not the same without you. The arterial path is still here, with its veins of sheep tracks Criss-crossing the ankle-high purple carpet of heather I am not as sure footed as you on the loosened earth, With protruding rocks, lying in quiet...

My Gentle Father

You are a quiet presence Just like my own father Yet you speak volumes Whilst my father did not But I loved him, all the same. He never held me Like you hold me I never felt his kiss on my cheek Like the breath of your spirit, Upon my tender skin. When I played on the...

An African Girl in England

Blossom sat down, and declared the world was mad Didn’t the stupid rain know where it should fall? Why was her furniture floating in this wet England? Whilst the land of her birth, was as dry as a bone. Three years, she’d been here, left the famine behind...