In the world of her
On the threshold she stood,
Of the house where her life smiled.
Waving wildly her small arms at him,
Of whom she was the only child.
Inside sat the lady of the house,
Silencing her sobs and drinking up her tears.
Careful not to let the the happy bird know,
Chasing her was the worst of her fears.
All laiden with arms covered under his coat,
To not let the little...
Thursday 3rd March 2022 2:37 pm
To Be Decided
Oh you are stranded on a mountain
you are deep down in a cave
you are in a burning building
you are threatened by big waves
There's a hurricane surrounding
The earth is quaking underfoot
you're marooned and you are drowning
you are in amongst the wolves
And you are paralysed and voiceless
you're exhausted and in shock
you're bewildered and defeated
you are hopeless and you're lost
Friday 29th January 2021 12:32 am
Therapy
my chair continued to turn
even though I had left it
outside the window
new shoots appearing, what was
the point of notes on my desk
he showed me a corner creased photo of his daughter
I could see it in his eyes
the sun caught his crisis
he was going to steal the moon
Saturday 20th June 2020 8:49 am
There Are No Bad Ships Or Winds, There Are Bad Captains
There Are No Bad Ships Or Winds, There Are Bad Captains
I would promise you the heavens
If it would get you off my back
Thinks the over-inflated spokesman
As he’s questioned by a hack
You can have your masks on Monday
And your gowns this time next week
Although the plane’s still on the runway
Says a whistle-blowing leak
We’ll have PPE and tests aplenty
And i...
Wednesday 22nd April 2020 3:07 pm
Fill me.
Missing life. Empty streets. Cold hearts.
Covering your face what you once criticised on stranger's faces.
Missing love. Empty hearts. Cold air.
Covering the flowers in your heart, the strings of my guitar.
Missing music. Empty stages. Cold rooms.
Covered ears, listening to scary news, not to music anymore.
Missing passion. Empty beds. Cold skin.
Covering all lu...
Friday 3rd April 2020 11:46 am
The Crucible of Change
The Crucible of Change
Somewhere, in the chaotic crucible
An idea is forming.
In the churning turmoil a star is birthing
An answer building.
In the dust of the dying world
A way can be found.
From our dark place see the future,
What can be done.
Accept that now does not work for all,
Too many cast aside.
Relearn what’s important, what we need and
Cast asid...
Wednesday 25th March 2020 10:54 am
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