Occasionally I dream that I’m flying, like Icarus who was so sure he
could reach the sun. I don’t go that far, but my dream takes me high
and then … lets me down … Is this your experience?
TAKE OFF
a compelling dream
urges me into flight 
feathers waxed tight
arms stretched
ready for lift-off
into an unknown sky
where valleys and hills
fall out of sight
corralled with eagles
nestled by hawks
the air undergirds
with cloud and storm
until I am struck
by lightning shards
and fall through snow
to an earth unknown
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
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