Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth
longing for a doll's house,
a teddy bear,
and a ventriloquist puppet.
Longing to be held, comforted, soothed.
Longing for the safety of home,
something to cuddle and a companion.
Longing for the pleasure of play,
the delight in losing oneself in make believe:
I picture myself,
five years old and,
painting in my yellow, plastic smock ...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 10:05 pm
The world would be a sad place without you:
with you, is everything.
I love being with you.
I love the feel of your warm breath on my face
as we lay side by side.
I breathe in your essence
as we embrace
and as I lay on your chest
feeling you rise and fall.
Skin on skin.
I am content,
full to the brim with the warmth of your love.
I am held, secure,
Thursday 6th February 2020 11:47 pm
I see myself in a cerulean blue sea of balance
with depths of ultramarine.
I am an island of content in cadmium yellow with fringes of frivolous lemon yellow
and hints of passionate alizarin crimson.
In orbit around me are my family, friends and loved ones
who are moons of solid ochre yellow love.
They hold me.
This is my tiny portion of the universe.
Thursday 6th February 2020 11:09 pm
I sat in the shade of the Giant Sequoia
and it seemed as if I'd been transported to a summer's day.
Only the snowdrops reminded me it was still winter.
Tears filled my eyes as I embraced the soft, burnt umber bark.
I breathed in its life force as I lay my soft pink flesh on its woody flesh.
Time stood still
and I felt blessed.
Monday 3rd February 2020 5:19 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
Candle light cuts through a haze of steam
bringing warmth and hope in the darkness.
Moisture glistens in tiny droplets
that linger momentarily before they drop.
Ripples of light wriggling in the water
weave beautiful patterns,
beckoning me to plunge into the bath.
...I am at peace.
Thursday 7th November 2019 8:36 pm
A woman at the bus stop wears a candy striped skirt.
It billows around her a la Marilyn Munroe
and puts me in mind of pink candy floss and a fun fair.
Soft, silver silhouettes sway gently against the whiskery wood.
Sharp railing spikes look ready to pierce any shadows with their fierce arrow heads.
And then they are gone behind a cloud.
Ginger, lime and gold lollipops hang from th...
Monday 28th October 2019 6:16 am
The crisp, golden colours of autumn foliage
set a backdrop of warm russets and oranges along the side street.
They glow as the bold shapes of the street lights cut through them,
angular and steely, petrol blue in the twilight.
Dusty, dark bark against the flutter of soft, yet crumpled orange leaves.
So delicate, so beautiful and so impermanent like the heady days of a butterfly.
Monday 28th October 2019 5:57 am
I have found
the blue sea of balance and tranquility.
It rests inside of me.
I float through its silver mists of hope
and flip, flop my feet in its depths.
Bubbles of content come to the surface and pop!
I have found myself clothed in equilibrium
and the colours suit me well.
Faith and love give me buoyancy and
I am held and nourished by your belief in me.
Monday 30th September 2019 4:35 pm
Obliterating opaqueness opens up into sunlight.
Spiders of colour
smudge the ocean.
Lapping water creates islands
of shimmering, fuzzy warmth.
It is freeing yet connecting.
I sputter and splash amongst the crevices of land.
Floating, I am curious.
I breathe a light, cooling tranquility
and gaze as I am gently held in a sheer, cooling calm.
Monday 30th September 2019 4:23 pm
your love takes my breath away.
I come up for air, and
your kisses breathe life,
and love, into my being.
You clinch me in your embrace:
your love takes my breath away,
smothers me with kisses,
I come up for air, yet again.
Entangled, we cling to one another,
floating on a raft of love.
We are one,
Friday 20th September 2019 9:57 pm
watery, winter sun,
suddenly shoots a
fuzzy spotlight on me.
Cold electric blue sky,
serried ranks of trees
standing to attention,
stripped bare in their
Stripped of the frivolous
garnishing of summer,
growing old grace...
Friday 20th September 2019 9:45 pm
It is a gift you have.
you envelop me in your arms
and I feel emotion flood through my body.
Sadness bubbles to the surface and is gone.
Its strangling grip loosens,
It has no hold over me when you are near.
Instead, you fill me with light and hope
and my heart sings a melody of love and trust.
The weight of life becomes a blessing to treas...
Thursday 5th September 2019 9:11 pm
The horizon stretches
to infinity as cerulean sky
the sky embraces the sea with a kiss,
and I feel as though I must soon melt
into the foaming, salty waters
trickling through my toes.
The sun beats harshly upon the crown of my head,
and my skin prickles,
droplets of moisture surfacing
amongst the bloom of heat on my cheeks.
I inhale the...
Monday 26th August 2019 9:43 pm
A garden for reflection.
In the twilight iridescent globes glow,
leading one down the path,
past mosaics to the summerhouse of contemplation.
The cherry tree remembers a loved one
as its confetti drifts downwards to the ground.
A camellia showers the soil with a carpet of blooms.
The magnolia flowers elegantly in a corner.
A pair of collared doves alight the bird feeder....
Sunday 25th August 2019 10:18 pm
You were languishing in your supermarket prison,
surrounded by your companions wearing Mexican hats.
Googly eyes pierced their flesh with thick black moustaches,
drooping and glued underneath.
I rescued you and your fellow inmates from your humiliation.
Today, you sit proudly on the studio desk lit by the sunshine.
Your fleshy leaf-like pads have stretched out into the room with ...
Sunday 25th August 2019 8:04 pm
Rainbows of hope glitter,
slithers of silver that shimmer,
and promise many things.
Full of light they colour everything around them.
Hues of hope stain your face with beautiful shades.
Hands that caress glow with warm light,
and hearts quicken.
Palettes of hope paint a future that is filled with pleasure and laughter.
Rainbows of hope adorn the dawn sky.
Horizons widen ...
Sunday 25th August 2019 7:29 pm
I cling to my dreams,
but the piano’s melody pulls me into consciousness.
Heavy with sleep,
a teddy bear clutches at my heart.
At my window,
branches form a percussion in my head.
I am awake.
Butterflies stir in my stomach now.
I free myself and begin the dance of today,
as I am softly drawn into the safety of my father’s music.
Sunday 25th August 2019 7:19 pm
If I could, what would I say to myself?
Aged five. At the hospital, playing with my new sunglasses and viewing the world from behind sunshine yellow tinted frames,
whilst butterfies flutter inside my tummy.
”Mummy will live and laugh again.”
Aged fifteen. At secondary school, pulling down my skirt and getting to my feet, numb and hollow.
”It’s not your fault.”
Sunday 25th August 2019 7:09 pm
Echoes of my illness play in my head.
Stories play in my head:
replay, replay in my head.
I hear their music.
I hear their voices in my head.
Ripples of memory
that remind me of my illness.
I remember as I walk the supermarket aisles,
as I sit, hair dripping at the hairdresser, sipping tea,
sat clutching my bag in the back of a taxi.
Echoes of an illness reverberate...
Sunday 25th August 2019 6:58 pm
I came across my ex in the cat food aisle.
We spoke yet remained unheard.
We have forgotten how to talk.
Conversations littered our marriage.
Like unwanted debris, words missed their mark,
missed their meaning.
Missed connections breed
and pollute our lives like an illness.
And now even our cat,
stands silent at the door:
the cat who forgot how to ...
Sunday 25th August 2019 6:38 pm
I look at your body with curiosity.
Your curves, hirsute and strange,
fill me with awe.
You undulate where as a child I am firm and flat.
same four walls,
waiting for me to anoint your back.
Bent and frail,
spent, wrinkled, deflated,
unsure where once you were deft.
I look at your body with curiosity.
Mine will follow,
Sunday 25th August 2019 6:18 pm
I stand, hovering, behind you,
ready to take over, if needed.
You wheel yourself in the hospital wheelchair,
resisting my offers of assistance.
We pass doorways with patients in each room.
Different voices greet us,
giving a snapshot of lives interrupted by illness and injury.
Mum peers into each room, scanning for a familiar face.
”It’s the buttons that de...
Sunday 25th August 2019 6:08 pm
A thought awakes me,
and I cling on to the memory of a loved one.
Bird song, faint but swelling,
catches at my heart,
as I pull up the blind revealing the world below.
Light beckons me,
and I press my face against the pane.
I gaze, long and hard as if searching for someone.
My breath mists the glass, and I wave it away,
"Here I am".
Without a sound spoken I have woken...
Thursday 21st September 2017 3:26 pm
A city awakens,
stumbling to it's feet.
A chorus heralds the next day.
Bin lorries screech and wheeze into movement.
Delivery vans close their double doors with a shudder and roar,
A shouted greeting cuts through the air.
Cars appear, footsteps multiply.
City life increases it's pace and we continue,
keeping abreast lest we fall,
Thursday 21st September 2017 2:54 pm
searching for the songbird who serenades me as I rest.
Weary, but full of wonder,
as the gulls circle and soar further into the sun drenched blue sky above me.
Tiny flickers of colour flit past,
darting from one treetop to another,
while plump wood pigeons sway on slender branches,
and ducks dive bomb the trees,
Thursday 21st September 2017 2:46 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
Echoes of emotions wash over me as I gaze and remember.
Bewitched and writhing under covers
As angels rustled,
their dresses sweeping past my bed,
and gently approached to anoint my forehead with a kiss.
Their touch startled me from my sad reverie, and I breathed once more.
Deep, gasping breaths
That filled my lungs with hope.
The sadness subsided,...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 8:13 pm
As if sloughing off a skin and emerging
After a painful rebirth, and yes, there were tears.
Emerging into the light after months, years of being in the shade.
When caught in a grey void, time slows, and I fear I will fall with no one to catch me.
Running into the headlights, I fear I will run too fast and fall, spinning into a white void.
I do not fall but stumble, and carry on stro...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 7:57 pm
My gifts are paltry, but if I could, I would pluck a star from the inky blue sky,
gather the white gold silk of clouds,
bottle the sultry perfume of the flowers,
and build a monument to my love,
a tower of love.
Love for you, only you,
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:32 pm
The traffic fumes and roars, deafening my thoughts.
Bark glistens in wrinkled folds with charcoal accents, smudged.
An electric blue flashes cool and a flood of beauty washes over me
as dark, emerald burrs softly quiver.
A wall of trees shields and deadens all sounds.
Silence beckons me.
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:24 pm
I walk amongst the trees but who is there to hear?
I whisper and let my voice rustle the leaves until their tremors cease.
Hoarse and weary, not heard, not seen, I wonder if I have ever been.
A Norwegian hillside, a Norwegian wood, I sing your song.
There is much talking but who is there ever to hear?
In life, I roar silently as people pass, unseeing.
Soundless, I mo...
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:19 pm
Life is a map,
scaled to fit ones horizons.
Cities are a woven web of avenues,
with vines and branches that spread.
Roads, train tracks, canals, rivers, lakes and mountains
mark their territory with a tracery of lines.
They weave a pattern like the doodling of a bored giant.
Take a line for a walk.
Draw me a path home.
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:10 pm
a ripple in time
in the muddy waters of life.
Grey faces standing at the bus stop,
A watery sunset glows, pinkly golden,
I walk past and breath life into the scene
with a vapour of hope
escaping from my mouth,
lips stretching in a smile.
Wednesday 10th February 2016 8:06 pm
The fear of emptiness.
Drink to the future, not to forget the past.
I'm your second chance, last chance man.
Time is running out.
Don't let me suffer.
It's the caring that is killing me.
Don't make me fall.
We are planting holes.
We are planting holes in the waiting room.
We are dreamers.
Dont wake me.
We will only hurt each other,
the way only lovers can.
Saturday 6th February 2016 12:05 pm
Loneliness breeds sadness.
Like an illness it spreads,
takes ones breath away,
grips ones heart,
in a strangling knot
An apparition of love
appears to soothe and comfort,
but as it evaporates and is gone,
a wave of emptiness takes it's place.
A look, a gesture, seems to offer love,
but it is only a memory,
Wednesday 30th December 2015 11:22 am
Tiny moments of pleasure,
Like the weight of a warm paw, soft in the palm of your hand.
Like the silky fur of a sleeping cat heavy on your lap.
Like the warmth of a fleecy rug tucked under your chin.
Like the sense of your body sinking lower into cushions.
Like the undulating swell of traffic passing your window
in crashing waves of sound.
Like the smell of coffee as you savou...
Sunday 20th December 2015 12:14 am
With each step I take
I shrink in stature
until I become a child once again
looking nervously around and
trying to recognise where I am.
I fear I may shrink until I disappear
and become lost forever.
Sunday 20th December 2015 12:00 am
An old love that changes and deepens.
An old love that fits like a glove;
rather saggy and stretched, creased and worn but comfortable and strong:
always there, always caring, always true.
Laughter follows you around and fills the void in me.
Your love pours out and over flows into the cracks in my soul.
Your friendship is a safety net strung below me as I tip toe over life's roo...
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:43 pm
the paint is splattered
Sun making me giddy
under a hot sky,
with subtle clouds and
a delicate palette of blues,
a sense of vastness overwhelms me.
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:32 pm
Candy striped umbrellas
jostle for space on the beach
amongst spread-eagled limbs.
Oiled and golden brown they bake in the sun.
Lily white legs stand,
hot sand trickling between their toes.
Stout tummies lead the way
into cool lapping water,
wading, slow, heavy with
sagging, ponderous thighs.
Children lunge bravely into the deep
and bob to the surface,
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:19 pm
Dusk falls and bells toll,
echoing across the ghats.
Holy men chant their prayers,
fruit bats soar and glide
across the moonlit, silky grey sky
and a heady, heavy perfume drifts in the cooling breeze.
Relaxing, remembering the bells,
the drums and pipes of Pushkar's bustling daytime.
Sleep will come soon.
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:10 pm
Our hotel - a hermetically sealed bubble of glass,
concrete and polished floors,
is chilly and anonymous.
But as dawn blossoms quietly
we approach the Jewel of Agra.
A grieving husband remembers
with a monument to love:
the Taj Mahal.
It radiates a powerful aura of peace,
delicate and glowing
in the silver light.
Birds flit across the roof
and I stand,
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:05 pm
Pink tendrils trail
the sky, gathering
in a salmon cloud
of dusky smoke.
Dark brush strokes
of lilac sweep the
skyline, getting lost
in the tangle of
silhouetting the sky.
A morass of interwoven
trunks, like a spider's web
gone wild and
So delicate, so
evaporated, nothing but
a memory in
the heart and soul.
Saturday 19th December 2015 10:55 pm