Poetry Blogs (2018, cottage)
In the inky winter darkness
A rough track from the lane
Leads upward onto the mountain:
A small glimmer hints at life
and we wonder where we are being led.
Out of the blackness, a dark shape shows in the slight mist
The lights in a window flicker dimly yellow
and the smell of peat smoke drifts down in the still ai...
Saturday 3rd February 2018 1:46 pm
This old farm cottage of mine
keeps all my years safe
for it knows my secret ways
There are shadows in the shadows
but in some rooms
my sons have hidden smiles
to lead me in
There is more solitude indoors
but here and there
she has retained a past caress
to warm me
The old mirror we found at market
still retains her ghost
Tuesday 16th January 2018 4:05 pm
Much more than half my life ago
Some chance led us to this place;
Now, my heart is caught and held
By the peace of its earth and space.
Some while past, when first she left me
I could not make my soul adjust
But cached it safe within the plot
Beside her memory and her mortal dust.
And as the family aged and spread
My lonely tenancy grew content
Wednesday 23rd August 2017 10:14 am
We drive past a cottage in the country
with its quaint decorative bricks
coloured and weathered by age.
The east wall overlooks an overgrown field
with three huge windows hung with old curtains
hiding a burning oil lamp.
This small cottage is two centuries old
and everyone has lived here
from old Victorian families to a modern eighties wri...
Tuesday 13th December 2011 1:45 pm