Stormed

A storm blew through the other night, high winds, heavy rain. We’ve even
had thunder which is unusual here. Scary stuff …

STORMED

metal boils the sky
rolls over hills
bursts and sheds                                 
steel rods
on roof-tops

slams into trees
cuts branches
heaves solidity
up and over

the air pulses
with breakage
crash of cloud
on cloud
streaked by light
while I huddle
under bedclothes

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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3 rock haiku

We pass rocky cliffs on our way in and out of Victoria. Our beaches tend
towards piled rocks and pebbles. It’s easy to think of them as changeless but
they do wear down over time …

rock scraped clean
eons ago  –                                             
sundown

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the shipwreck rests
on black rock –
silent lighthouse

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a tree clings
to rock –
the ferry passes

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my scans - after 18 112 coverTo 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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Low Couture

Fall, and I’m into track pants and sweaters, clothes that don’t fit anywhere in particular, everything loose and very comfortable …

LOW COUTURE

it is a truth I must confess                     
that when I get up and dress
it is for comfort not for style
so people give a happy smile
knowing they have better taste
themselves in sleek fashion laced
from hair in a trendy flair
top that clings with an air
tight skirt/pants that have panache
to shoes that make a vivid splash
my practice is none of these
but to wear and be at ease

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9781771333054_FC‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art. From Inanna Publications, 2016.

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Where Unicorns

For the Anglo-Saxons, October was known as Winterfylleth, because at this full moon (fylleth) winter was supposed to begin. October’s birthstones are the tourmaline and the opal, its birth flower the calendula. The first Thursday of the month is National Poetry Day in the U.K. and Ireland, while the first Friday is Children’s Day in Singapore; it is also World Smile Day! And, for admirers of Ray Bradbury, he published a collection of short stories titled The October Country in 1955. It’s a month of mysteries …

WHERE UNICORNS

on my way to somewhere              
invisible on any map
where dragons hibernate
behind waterfalls

a land where unicorns
lurk under willow trees
and an eyelash weighs
more than a mountain

here I will listen
to the song of the dodo
and the high field calls
of childhood giants

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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With Yellow on the Trees

Fall came early this year and trees are almost bare already. I’ve cut back this year’s raspberries and other berries. We’ve mulched the raised beds, and, with a sigh of relief, can settle into winter, I hope …

WITH YELLOW ON THE TREES

the long drop out of summer
when leaves gather
in my pockets                                     

wind nests in my hair
pulls it to tangles
past combing

rain puddles over boots
sloshes from hat-brims
dribbles down stalks

mulch spreads
over the garden
in a tidal wave

of succulence
precursor for next year’s
vegetables’ growth

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my scans - after 18 112 cover 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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To Preserve

I’ve been inundated with zucchini, apples, pears, plums … which is great! The larder is getting full to bursting and I’m ready for a rest …

TO PRESERVE

plums tumble                                                
out of summer
down misted nights
into cold-fingered fall

flushed with purple
they slip
into September
to weight my hands
with jam

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9781771333054_FCA Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, May 2016.

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Another Jack

Schools are back in the swing and I’m wondering if nursery rhymes are still sung or said at home or school, pre-school or kindergarten. Here’s a medley of lines from some of the more famous, or not, from childhood …

ANOTHER JACK

little Jack Horner
sat in a corner
and killed the rat                                      
that worried the cat
who nicked Lucy’s locket
from her missing pocket
which Tom the piper’s son
stole for a bit of fun
as the clock struck one
and the mouse ran down
straight through town
into Mother Hubbard’s
ill-stocked cupboard

a dappled grey horse
who ran a straight course
but whose long brown head
was made of gingerbread
by the old woman whose shoe
had a wide chimney flue
that went in and out the Eagle
where up popped the weasel

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Frame and the McGuireFrame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.

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