Poetry Blogs (2019, Edinburgh)
The trees gather at the water's edge,
studying their reflections,
Admiring their own grandeur,
the fine lines of their winter coats
revealed in the pond at their feet,
they murmur approval as they quiver their branches.
I walk amongst them
and worship at their beauty.
The clouds are reflected in the water
and glow as if echoing the opinion of the trees.
Sunday 3rd May 2020 4:29 pm
Orange beacons lead the way
toward a fiery sky that glows like the last embers in a hearth.
The charcoal shadows of evening draw near
and I hurry home in my 'teddy bear' coat.
Thursday 14th November 2019 7:21 pm
Music is heard,
And we must reply.
A clap, cheer or whistle
Fills the room.
A clink of glasses,
Shifting feet, shuffling.
We are an abstract art,
Disparate sounds, voices
Harmonising when we connect.
A keyboard riff,
An order at the bar,
A passing moped -
A city joining in.
And I'm lost in a tapestry of sound.
Monday 25th July 2016 11:28 pm