A Poem The pregnancy was unwelcome news, at the time. Already having three children, all I could think of was sleepless nights and the hard work of it all. Until I realised I was probably having a miscarriage. The one thing I had least expected was to 'see' a heartbeat at the scan. As my … Continue reading In a Heartbeat
It’s a thorny issue. At the end of a strange and unsettling week, which began with International Women’s Day and now ends with Mothering Sunday, with controversies in between, involving, of course, Meghan, and the tragedy and mourning of Sarah Everard, women – and (hopefully) men – have had a lot to think about. Personally, … Continue reading Mothers of Sons
I’m an unfit person trying to get fitter and I have a plea. I know the fitness fight is a common lockdown thing, but some of us were always going to be starting at a disadvantage. We had to start slower. So, since the first lockdown began and, more particularly through this most recent one, … Continue reading Keeping Up
I wrote this poem during the first, spring, lockdown, when we would walk to our local village once or twice each week, and my husband would queue and shop, while I would wander through nearby woodland with our dog - although she never wanted to go far without him. The walk home, with full rucksacks, … Continue reading One Peace
They talk behind me, Ceaselessly disapproving, As if they're not here...
A Poem As if erupted through the mattress From the deep of breathless blackness On a wave that rears and shatters I am thrust to crash to surface Now drawn flat with tide receding Rigid spine and mutely screaming Prisoned consciousness still reeling Every pore seems pricked and bleeding Head tipped back, neck gripped and … Continue reading Sleep Tight
Haiku Fleeting dazzlement. I hide dreams in subtler words, To value my smile.
Haiku Function is ignored But, once we see dysfunction, It is all we see.
Photo by Jean Blackmer on Unsplash A Foxy Morning... Earlier this morning, I found myself thinking of an old narrative poem I had written, but remained uncertain of, about an unforgettable meeting with a fox cub, in a local wood. A little later, my son came to me to show me a film clip of … Continue reading Hit and Run
Haiku Do we remember For those who gave everything Praying to forget?