I come from my country

I come from my country Where Thursday frost sparkles Beneath my feet Some wear their national identity Like a cloak, but mine Is more like a well-worn cardigan Comfortable and familiar Somewhere in the bottom of my closet I wear it for old time’s sake But most of the time it is just there In…

The futility of war

good men brave and true do not fear the leap into danger it is for women and children to sit home and quiver until the good men do not return

Spontaneous fun

Spontaneous fun away from the pressures of life rather than hanging lifeless with fear at the newsfeed on my phone while toast burns and the kettle boils like a gargoyle I am no brave hunter heading into the night the fireside provides comfort, but fears

Out of the shadow world

Out of the shadow world, Eight children dead; The words stare at me blankly, Two more die in a siege of terror; Over the page are more hollow platitudes, Because there is really nothing to say; What of a cricket bat left outside the door now, Of course they are deeply shocked and saddened.

Morning

Cicadas disturb the morning peace By the blue blue lake; A rowing boat drifts Lazily in the distance, Up close, they are working hard, Laboured breath, no words, Just the oarlocks creaking, Paddles splash amongst ripples; Women jog past, cyclists, Pounding footsteps echo thoughts, Shaping their bodies with movement, No time to stop and chat,…

On the street

On the street, A man watches A woman walking With tradesman’s eyes, Measuring the dimensions Of her slender body, Height of heel Curve of calf Shape of breast. His face smiles Trying to catch her eye, It’s a game, That he always wins In the end, Sooner or later She will look, Maybe not today,…