Friday, 21 December 2012

winter solstice

the sun stands still
as solstice stones,
ancient light
on sacred bones -
time again
to turn within,
watch the cycle
now begin

Spirit of the Well

 Spirit of the Well

Where Hawthorn trees are tied with rags,
you’ll find an ancient well.
I reside deep inside –
keeper of the spell.

Bring your sickly infants,
whisper prayers, gently kneel.
Bless them with my water,
I will cool, cleanse, heal.

Circle me in silence,
take the children, be away.
Spread the word, let it be heard –
I live again, this day.

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Miss Bouquet’s End of Year Class Comments

Miss Bouquet’s End of Year Class Comments

Lily: Somewhat sombre. Rarely smiles.

Blossom: Flighty. Scatty. Can’t sit still.

Heather: Rugged outdoors type. A survivor.

Poppy: Respectful. Excellent memory. A great
example to others. 

Holly: Difficult to handle. Prickly.

Ivy: Takes over. Always where she shouldn’t be. 

Daisy: A daydreamer. Stares out of the window all day.  

Lavender: Bit of a purple patch this year.

Palmela: Thinks she’s something she’s not.

Jean Genies

Jean Genies

It certainly seems
that wiry teens
from Milton Keynes
love Skinny jeans.  

In old Duluth
the streetwise youth
might seem uncouth –
they keep ‘em Loose!

Whilst up in Ayr
the hippies there
will only wear
the classic Flare.

But if you go
to Tupelo
the Superlow
put on a show!

In Montreal…

they wear ‘em all!

Wednesday, 12 December 2012



1 2 3 4
prising open
every door.

5 6 7 8
need to eat them
cannot wait.

9 10 11 12
foil rustle,
fingers delve.

13 14 15 16
I’m the Christmas
chocolate queen!

17 18 19 20 
keep on eating
‘til it’s empty.

21 22 23 24   
guilty feeling.
Stomach sore…

Voice of Experience

Voice of Experience

For all you ‘next time, darling’ dads
and ‘next time, darling’ mums,
don’t expect to keep respect if
‘next time’ never comes.

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Ghost Bike

the bike that's chained to the railings
was left here last December, 
nobody ever rides it - 
it's there so we remember

Yew Tree

I've been reading about the association between Pagans and Yew trees (amongst others). Interesting stuff!!

Yew Tree 

I planted it 
the night you left, 
gathered soil 
in both my hands 
to form a mound,
pushed the seed 
it sprouted,
towards the light.
This tree is

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Different Eyes

Different Eyes

They see:
Snowmen. Snowball fights. Sledging.

I see:
Fragility. Beauty. Uniqueness in every flake.

They see:
Something to climb. Goalposts.

I see:
Silent storytellers. Gentle guardian sway.

They see:
Puddles. Wet play. Boredom.

I see:

I feel the call of something I can’t explain.

They think I’m different.

They’re right.  

But I belong to something.