Crown – Poem
This new poem, ‘Crown’ is inspired by the threat of coronavirus and examines the image of the crown (corona, in Latin) as an unwanted fate. The closest we can get to ‘running free’ in these circumstances is to get outside for some fresh air. I have been particularly moved by video footage of Italian people,…
Changeover – Spring Poem
The poem, ‘Changeover’ was written after a spell of extreme weather and holds a lot of hope. There may be a few storms left to come, but I’m ready to welcome spring. There is certainly a little more light in the day — daffodils and crocuses are raising their heads and when we do get…
Valentine’s Day – Poem
I see Valentine’s Day as an opportunity to celebrate love in all its forms. Last year, I was treated to homemade heart-shaped biscuits in bed, delivered by my eldest daughter, who is now five. They were delicious! My husband can be romantic, on occasion, and sometimes surprises me with a special gift or gesture. One…
More than Winter – Poem
I was so young. I stood at the edge of a waterfall, cried her happy tears, let her dress me in silver-white, a lace so fleeting, it could not be shaped.
Snow Picture – Winter Poem
I found your smile in a snow picture — you must have been twenty-six. We weren’t married but felt we’d eloped to a green land dipped in stars . . .
Sea-felled Fruits – Micropoem
Sea-felled fruits holding ever afters . . .
Black Widow – Halloween Poem
There are a number of inspirations behind this new poem, ‘Black Widow’, which I decided to share especially for Halloween. My daughters love superheroes and my eldest owns a book of Avengers stories, featuring Black Widow. I started thinking about the fact that she is the only female Avenger and remembered the questions that were…
Your Way – Motherhood Poem
The poem, ‘Your Way’ was written from observations of my children at the toddling stage. This time of new steps, new sensations and first falls can be both uplifting and overwhelming for parent and child, but that overriding sense of wonder and discovery is truly magical, if you take a moment to find the right…
The Only Truth – For National Poetry Day
Your body enfolds me piece by piece. In this womb I dream of awakened faces, loved ones I’ve lost . . .