A space for poems, random thoughts and writings, maybe the odd short story… I write because I love the beauty of words, but I hope that whatever I put out here speaks for itself and that you take something from it too.
Sunset
The dimming glow of day,gold melting into blush into dusk,keeps the night at baywhilst above my headthe universe trickles through. Shy at first, a single star dots the not-yet night,beckoning its sisters to light un-empty, empty sky.As day spins away and the colours fade to grey;as blue deepens to dusk deepens to dark,the stars, they…
Waiting for Spring
March is a waiting. Teetering on the edge, we are tired of winter and watch the buds grow in anticipation, willing them to burst. We delight in the flowers in trepidation fearing the snow that could come, no longer as welcome as it would have been a month ago to clean the brown palette of…
His first breath
I’ve recently started doing yoga, and one thing that struck me was the importance of breath during the exercises. One session was entirely about synchronising with the breath and allowing it to help you in and transition through different poses. It started me thinking about how, in fact, everything is sustained by the breath -…
On the threshold
Stopon this threshold, before you pass through;enter in. Take a moment to live this holy moment. Breathe. Inwards the courageto leave behind the outward breath. You cannot pass through whilst still clinging onto this side of the threshold. Kneelby the stone at your feet;take stock of where you are, of the unknown ahead.Everything shall change;…
Masterpiece
Be brave, be fearless; run! Let your dreams take you furtherthan the horizons you see.Know in your heart that who you areis who you’re meant to be.Have courage enough to love yourselfbecause you deserve to be Loved Cherished And you deserve to knowthat you and your dreams are precious;that you and your dreams…
Not to the fertile soil
Lead me not to the fertile soil, to the soft, mailable ground. Lead me into the cracked dry earth; to the dark and forgotten places where the ground knows what it is to bestarved, dry, forgottenbroken. Let me know what it is to feel the pain of the broken earth,and let me learn to love the cracks in me. Let…
And it shall fall
One by one they all went tumbling down. One Two Three Four … Crack Crack Crack Crash. Until the last one looked at…
Poetic consequences
My friend and I decided to play a game – we each write a line of a poem and pass it to the other, folding it so they can’t see. We go on in this way until the paper is used up. I was expecting the result to be incoherent and bizarre, but they actually…
Streams of Consciouness
My friend and I decided to do ‘stream of consciousness’ one evening. For anyone that doesn’t know what it is, it is where you sit down and write out whatever comes into your head without stopping to think about it. While my friend wrote a very funny poem about getting old and your teeth falling…
Presence
When I was young I believedthat in the darkest placea magic incantation wouldblow the dark away;light beams piercing throughthe mist, shredding it untilit fades away on a fresh morning breezeleaving me to step intofields of daisies, forgettingthat darkness ever existed. But there came a time when incantation failed; the darkfailed to be illuminated; I failed…
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Paintbrush and Sword 