Category Archives: poetry

Masquerade

There you are, standing in your own doorway, barefoot and bereft of hat, crow-black hair shaved close to olive skin – this is the real you, a velvet vision, someone for me to remember when the mask goes on. Even … Continue reading

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Illuminate

Winter sun sets low these days painting the steel blue water in flames of gold. I see a young woman on my walk sitting at an old wooden desk on the damp sand, writing in a big book as if … Continue reading

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Traveller with Limited Vision

She makes her way, unafraid a square white sign taped to her metal walker, trusting that those who head in her direction will honour safe passage. Amid the roar of the rough ocean a flock of geese fly overhead as she … Continue reading

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Signposts

There are paper lanterns strung across the front of an old brick building, their delicate watercolour painted facades hiding moonstruck light, if I hadn’t looked up, I would have missed the mystery floating there. It’s easy to see the variegated … Continue reading

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Waves

Forgiveness, it ebbs and flows over still beating hearts –  lapping eternally against grainy edges, to soften any roughness held there leaving rare sea glass in its wake. In time, we might stumble upon this unexpected treasure, lying innocently upon the … Continue reading

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Foraging

We keep telling ourselves it isn’t going to happen, that our world will not be destroyed by a madman or two hurling threats and insults before picking up their toys. The image of what might be cuts too deep, leaving … Continue reading

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Turbulence

She walked with a train of midnight-hued crows in her wake, her ear to the wind and the silently growing things, alert to any aberration in her world… There is a sickness creeping over the land,            … Continue reading

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