• Magical Moments

    24 January 2020

    Magical moments in magical spaces. When love overspills into headlocks, Stories are repeated with silly twists and, The last of the day fizzes between their fingers.

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  • In the In-between

    5 October 2019

    Flexibility for the in-between, Never a forte of mine. A bit of both, a Wonderland dream, A transitional unclean drawn line. This season of two seasons, This home ours but not home, This unsettled life with reason, Letting go to grow, restrict to roam. Be gentle on yourselves, they say and I know, Nature’s energy shifting, coinciding with place. Waning to Wax, receding to grow, Saturday morning pancakes in the in-between.

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  • Still Life

    27 August 2019

    ‘Still Life’, An appealing, oxymoronic, beautiful moment. A wistful desire to halt time, As if all of nature can be contained in our gaze, The throbbing, glorious chaos, Captured, contained.

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  • Free

    12 August 2019

    She sees magic in everyday places, Fairies could be living in any tree. A big mover but tiny explorer, She shakes branches of rain drop diamonds, free.

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  • Introversion

    8 September 2018
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  • Lightning

    23 April 2018

    Neck tingles, heartbeat stronger, I lurk by open windows and a door; Rooted in habitual safety, compelled to run wild. How does this electric force awaken primitive instincts, as well as my soul? A surge of potential energy through me, at every crack and fork. I imagine hair loose, standing unprotected, open to its force. A storm in the skies, every way that I look, But a clarity of awakening within.

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  • Frozen Hoards

    3 March 2018

    Crusted icing sugar and biting cold winds, Brought a hungry speckled cousin here, Surveying from swaying fir branches, On a fruit reconnaissance. Our luscious rosy crabapples, The spoils of pigeon feasts. A few still budded the boughs And signalled precious fare. The blush and grey-capped spy grows brave, And plucks one in its beak. On paper-white ground it pecks and feeds, Before the blackbird cousin charges forth. Four times this game of intrepid fieldfare, Back and forth from foe: The…

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  • The Birdwatcher

    22 January 2018

    “Hush” she whispers, tiny fingers to her lips, “Come Mummy; bird!” her eyes sparkle to meet mine. So down we huddle, noses to the glass, Her small person held in my lap. How still she can sit, when wonder enthralled. How fascinated by a young, scruffy blackbird, As it hops, cocks and pulls worms, Oblivious to the snoozing cat at the back of her play den. Together, two hearts, at the window tuned to a third, As the blackbird finds…

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  • Sprite

    5 February 1999

    She goes down to the cool waters, Sets boats of leaves afloat, She exhales their sails along the top, Of calming reflective pools. She sharply twists the bladed seeds, Watching spirals fall down. She taps the branches of Spring trees, Sending blossoms to the floor. She rings the bluebells in the woods, Peals of dappled light rocking. She puffs the clocks of dandelions, ‘Til small fairies dance about. She is the sprightly nature’s kiss, Who tends to all that’s good,…

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  • Tongue of Lace

    12 August 1997

    A tongue of lace, tied or crafted to others, delicate and skilled, created to encase the heart with words, not emotions, each beat a ripple of lace giving rise to more, lied untolds. Eyelids of petals to cover the splendour of sights seen only inside a knowledgeable form, hidden from others. Lips of a victim to speak when desired, not forced to silence by ugly demands. The body of a dream in a casing of a miracle. The body created…

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