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Bluebell in my hand,
Sheltered petals kissed with dew,
Cold gnawing at my fingers,
But I will not let her through.

Bluebell safe and warm,
Perfume rising on the wind,
Winter wants to take you from me,
But I will not let him win.

Bluebell dipped in sky,
Violet harbour in this grey,
I know that you are dying,
But you need not be afraid.

Bluebell mine, bluebell mine,
Ever beautiful and frail,
Long after you have left me,
My heart will sing your tale.

Walk in the Wind

I took a moment to


in the


It took hold of my limbs
and danced me to the skies,

An invisible guide

that found its way
inside my mind
and whispered,

“It will be OK”,

Showed me there’s another way,
That there will be another day
beyond this night,
That it’s all right
to sometimes hide away,

To secrete my tears amidst the rain,

To stifle sobs until they fade,

To mask the pain,

Because a walk inside the wind
clears the cobwebs of all sin,
clears out

e    v     e     r     y     t     h     i     n     g

and muffles all their din
so I can let the right ones in,




so I can win.


Photo credit: Radu Voinea


Inspired by the dutch word uitwaaien:


No More Winter

There will be no more winter,
We’ll live forever in the spring,
There will be no more winter,
And the birds will always sing,

The icy swathes of death,
Will never lay across this land,
We’ll never see the fall of
Summer’s beauty at its hand,

The sun will live forever,
There’ll be bleakness nevermore,
And we will kiss the daffodils
and waltz through heathered moors,

There will be endless hope and joy,
New beginnings will roam free,
Yes, spring will live forevermore;
When you and I make We.

Little Green Fingers

With heat lapping at my nape
and soil beneath my nails,
I take a momentary break,
to watch you hunt for snails,

OK, you shouldn’t be weeding
in the shoes I bought last night,
But barefoot in the seedlings?!
My heart dances at the sight!

I love the frown of concentration
as you try to dig a hole,
And the instant fascination
as worms tickle at your toes.

Pleasure sparkles in your eye,
Like crystals in the breeze,
When you spot a carrot that is ripe
and crouch to pull it free.

Then we pour lemon from the jug,
Rest our backs against the lawn,
And I delight inside your hug
as you turn to me and yawn.

Your voice, a soothing hum,
Vibrates against my chest,
“I love to garden, Mum,
But I think I need a rest…”


napowrimo2015Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge was to write a ‘pastoral’ poem as it’s Earth Day. I chose to write about gardening. The poem is about my daughter and me, but it’s also reminiscent of my mother and me as I think I inherited my green fingers from her!

Squirrel Bait

When he spies his prize beyond his touch,
He knows there is nothing he will ever want this much.


napowrimo2015Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a Landay. A poem of 22 syllables originating in Afghanstisan.

I saw this photo on Google a few days ago and felt that it needed captioning. As soon as I saw today’s prompt, I knew exactly what I was going to write!

A Heart Full of Willow Blossom

I plucked catkins tenderly from a willow,
To show how love captured me when you were born,
I filled the sea endlessly with blonde billows;
No drop unadorned,

They broke the banks, wondrously swathing the land,
With hundreds of heavenly starbursts of gold,
For when you so helplessly searched for my hand,
Your hand found my soul.

napowrimo2015Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge was to write a poem in Sapphics. It’s quite a formal style of poetry with a certain structure and meter (click the link above to find out more). While I’m not sure that I followed the rules perfectly – or even at all – I do like the end result.


The route along the cobbles is silent
Save for the shushing of the water wheel
The grass glistens green, pear, then emerald
As the winds rush through its blades with such zeal
The sky is adorned with falling blossom
Its scent sweeps over me like a tide
I should probably get home for supper
But evanescence is easy to ride.

napowrimo2015Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to take an Emily Dickinson poem, chop it up and make it your own. I have used her poem A Route of Evanescence. I took one word from each line of her poem and wrote something new. I may not have stuck wholeheartedly to the prompt (I feel a bit of a rebellious month coming on…) but I like the end result. You can see Dickinson’s original poem below:

A Route of Evanescence,
With a revolving Wheel –
A Resonance of Emerald
A Rush of Cochineal –
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts it’s tumbled Head –
The Mail from Tunis – probably,
An easy Morning’s Ride –


Air so still that it freezes time,
So pure that one breath will clean
the aches and ails and other grime
that pollute each fragile being.

A blanket of blue has been unfurled,
Embroidered with sheer white clouds,
This azure tapestry wraps the world
in the most awe-inspiring shroud.

The crystalline surface of the lake itself
is nature’s misdirection,
Looking just like a mirrored shelf,
No more than a sheer reflection,
But what is hiding underneath
that cerulean, glass-like ceiling?
None above would ever believe
the whole kingdom it’s concealing.

And all the trees that gather here,
And chase each other to the sky,
Their whispers become oh so clear
if you stand and close your eyes;
They speak the pledges once avowed
by all those who have been;
All those who stood where I stand now
and who saw what I now see.

Every traveller who finds his way
to this clearing in the trees
can have his greatest fears allayed
and quench his soul with total peace.


napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a poem from a picture.

Love Sublime

On grassy bed at break of dawn,
I lay with you beside,
As we gaze a blue that takes the clouds
and paints a Rembrandt sky,
We conspire to be forever held
in each other’s hearts and minds.

I hold your face and take you in;
Each fleck that makes your eye,
Lost in the sound of your heartbeat
as it taps in time with mine.

Love sublime.

napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a curtal sonnet. Not sure if this follows the rules in their entirety, but it’s a little late and will have to do!

The Gaia Room

It’s a beautiful day in the Gaia room,
Cotton balls form celestial spumes,
Down deep inside the goldfish pool,
An algae eater’s keeping cool,
Up above the sky flame’s high,
Its warmth is carried on an airy sigh,
Indulging in the daylight glow,
A tiny house hauler takes it slow,
Behind she leaves a silver scrawl,
That glimmers like a disco ball,
A gold thief flits from bloom to bloom,
Spritzing honey dust like perfume,
Two sky lords tuck their wings away,
And rest in the shade of a leaf bouquet,
And a mind film starts inside my head,
As I settle myself into the emerald bed.


napo2014button2This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was to write a poem using your own kennings.