As Any Mother Would

…..and my eyes stood on blood red
stalks once again,
as the tornado of words and emotions
ripped through my heart……
“Now I have MRSA, mum.
I have to wash clothes, bedding and towels
EVERY day until it’s gone.”
Speechless but not tearless I felt
the panic that only a mother knows.
As if she needed yet another trial
to challenge her life and those of
her young, wildly sweet children.
As if Chiari 1 Malfomation weren’t enough,
as if Life couldn’t just sqeeze a break for her
out of the tube we all roll around in……
I wanted to bang my head against the cottage wall.
I wanted…. I still want….. to make it all go away,
as any mother would……

Time’s Dance

Time’s Dance

Clock’s ticking now
while in the day the
sounds of life drown
clock’s voice away.
The vibes of things
humming now it’s night.
The cars all gone as
darkness comes winging
its shadowy flight.
While others sleep in
hollows of mysterious lands,
at least one soul is toiling,
thinking, searching while this
revolving world spins
right around its never ceasing span.

Burnished Moon

Tonight, coming to the brow of the hill
canopied by darkened skies, I gasped.
There, hanging low, like a rich red blood orange
sat the magnificent March Moon, meditating,
as if the song of OM were hers to sing out to the world.
If we who travel along the roads of chaos avoiding
the sink holes, could but lift our wearied eyes, 
if we could genuflect with 
deep respect to this Queen of the night,
we too would know how to sound the OM. 
Now is the time to stop chasing that endless tail,
watch and listen to the Moon in the sky
and the Moon in our Souls 
where, burning quietly, Peace does dwell…….
See her there in your third eye…… 
she glows with the burnished truth of the Earth. 


Curled in chair

sleepy with coldness.

Radio Four echoing in my mist filled, dreamy mind ……

Kitchen aching to be cleaned.

Bed ….the actress, subversive, lolling Siren

of the gentle room above my head….

lures me to climb back under her crisp white covers and be lost…..

Oh sleep, only you have that potion

which drags me into the expanded void!

Weeping Silver

Weeping Silver

Today I saw with my own eyes,
absurd, nauseating disgrace of the lopping 
of splendidly healthy branches.
So tall, such magnificence of this Silver Birch
at 68 along the street, weeping pools of rising sap.
It is weeping I tell you 
and cannot be stopped…
Can we be stopped, we who create carnage?
I weep for Birch and Beasts 
and the Waking Up of us all.

Barn Owl & Love Birds

Sleep is weighing down on the eyes of the people tonight…..
Feathers fall from the skies like particles of stars
as God’s own passionate ones spoon together
under a mellow duvet of golden beams.
“Good sleeping Love birds” says the Owl of the white barn.
“Fair flying oh watchman of the night…” say the swooning Lovers.
The old school clock stands in silent too,
until the dew filled dawn seeps over the horizon
and far away, in foreign lands, other faces are washed,
bags are filled with weighty books, as a new day
calls the people to add another chapter to their Lifescape.

The Liebster Award

Thanks to Rosie Brown ( – for nominating me for the Liebster Award. It was very kind of you and I am excited about answering the questions.


How to accept the award

  1. Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.
  2. Copy and paste the Liebster Award badge in your post.
  3. Nominate 10 other bloggers with 200 or less followers.
  4. Answer 10 questions for you and create 10 new questions for your nominees.
  5. Notify your nominees via a comment on their blog.

 Rosie’s 10 Questions:

1. How long have you been blogging for? Looking back, it would appear to be  just six months! 

2. How have you found blogging so far? I love doing it but find it all rather confusing trying to work out how to use the facilities of the site…. I hope to learn! 

3. Why do you blog? Because I love writing. It’s one of few precious things in my life where I come back to myself.

4. Do you keep a diary? Not currently

5. do you have any pets? Yes: Widget and Mr Tumnus, cats. 

6. What animal would you want to be for the day? Hmmmmm… not the mouse that’s taken up residency in my cupboard under sink, but maybe an Eagle! 

7. What super-hero power would you want for the day? Wonder Woman, of course!

8. Is there a celebrity or someone in the public-eye that you admire? Why? Michael Gove. Because he has done exceptionally well being the Secretary for Education at a mere 9 years of age…. whoops, sorry! ….. I admire Stephen Fry. He is a courageous individual who lives with dark depression and maintains a dynamic career. A very interesting man.

9. Who inspires you each and every day? Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī; A true Guide. 

10. What is your favourite thing to do? Writing poetry.

My 10 Questions

1. What would be your choice of sound from the following: Radio; TV; Motorbike; The Dawn Chorus; Silence?

2. How frequently do you Blog?

3. City or Country Living?

4. If you had the power and position to change one Law in your country, what would that be and why?

5. If you could order a new lifestyle today, what would that how would that look?

6. If there were one thing in your life so far that you could change, what would it be and why?

7. Should you win or receive 3 million pounds or the equivillent in the currency of your homeland, what would you do to advance the well being of your fellow human beings?

 8. Why do you Blog?
9. If you were to invite someone in public life to dinner, who would it be and why?
10. With the world in the state  it is at present, which one International Crisis ( that you are aware of )  would you choose to help, if you were in the position to do so? Why?
Don’t Worry – Be Happy!

The Frisson of Health


The Frisson of Health

The Frisson of Health

This morning’s chill sits stark upon my feet.
Iced with purple blotches along my naked toes,
air shards embed to the bone and my skin
wants to peel off, like shavings from the
woodcarver’s lusty, voracious knife.
Yet, this IS my amazing life.

We stand here naked,
unprotected from the scrimmages of the world
with our bottoms bare for the beating.
Still, even so……
somewhere along this varigated journey,
precious souls cover our pain of nakedness
with petals from glorious flowers
of wild hedgerows, fields and hills.
These too embed themselves in us…..
as we find the longed for, frisson of Health.

Dedicated to my dear Sister of the Soul, Yaz McCallion