Spring Comes

Easter has come: we’ve eaten chocolate rabbits and eggs (possibly too many), and the real things are there, complete with flowers and, hopefully, blue skies …

THE SEASON CHANGES

in clouds of blossom
through green spears                        
that pierce dark soil

she walks with lambs
fawns   chicks
newborn rabbits

a dancing swirl
of butterflies
halos her head

birds carol
and we sing
glory oh glory

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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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Proclamation

Good Friday coming up: we have to get by and through it to get to Easter Sunday, through pain and grief before we get to a brilliant sunrise and joy …

PROCLAMATION

this is the day
God made at midnight
unwound minute by minute             
through darkness past dawn
to this grieving hour

this is the day
to be unloosed
walked through
inhaled   eaten
touched by moving fingers

this is the day
threaded on fine needles
spun by whirling feet
over a bridge’s arc

this is the day
to give the poor
bread on a table
under a tiled roof
where they will dwell
until suns fill the sky

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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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In Spring

In the Northern Hemisphere it’s the time when farmers are out there ploughing, sewing, hoping for a year of good crops … children are on the run, with nature explosive with new growth … excitement …

IN SPRING

the child in a scarlet cloak
runs between long seeded rows      
held in hedgerow smell
the call of crows

a tractor cuts summer earth
to the pattern of its tires
over-printed by a wandering cow
and her calf

a cat slides slinks
between growing blades
to a sleeping-place in high grass
hidden from the child

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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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Moving On

The year moves on as earth turns, and we travel into Spring, winter plans
hopefully long completed, and we’re looking forward to a long stretch of summer relaxation …

MOVING ON

he moved his workshop –
tools and sawdust                            
lathe and chisel

now hammer and saws
hang along garage walls
mixed with spade and rake

the old workshop
white panelled, well lit
where children play or sleep
when they come to visit
grandparents

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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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Lucerne Street Notebook

I’ve been remembering the village I grew up in on the North Downs of Kent, walking up the road, re-visiting each house that I pass. I’ve used the old spelling of the village, which changed while I was in my teens to Lewson …

LUCERNE STREET NOTEBOOK

weedy triangle at the t-junction               
by Baker’s washerwoman home

then the house that Jack built of
post-war red brick with apple trees

next-door post-office butter pins
seeds flour gossip candy stamps

past teacher’s semi-detached
to Reg’s Saturday well-dug potato patch

opposite my two Neaves girl friends
their dying mother nursed by Nye

roses along the fence I ran into
learning to ride Mother’s bike

driveway    periwinkle    green gate                
hedge   before turn to World’s End

and back to cherry orchard fruit
picked among wet grass and   mushrooms

down past rain-shadowed sheep
to old country Plough the pub

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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, 2016.

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Outside the Royal Theatre

Sometimes the contrasts in life are so strong, between laughter and sadness, rich and poor, bright and dull, day and night …

OUTSIDE THE ROYAL

laughter exits theatre                        
jostles silk   wool suits
smoked lips   mascara
scarlet nails

a man sits
against a garbage can
voices step around
over his dog
his hand strokes
strokes quiet fur
tucks torn quilt

high heels  Italian leather
velvet   raw silk coats
living the opera

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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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Firstlings

I’m experimenting with a new form these days, an Adnomination: in which you take a morpheme (a root meaning that is shared by many words) and use it in multiple ways. For instance the word ‘time’ which exists as its own word, but it is also a part of many other words, so here’s my take on ‘fur’ …

FIRSTLINGS

beneath the firs                             
shaded by tall ferns
small furred animals

cling to firm ground
seeking further security
with ferocious claws

beasts of the furrows
furbish their nests
with no furbelows

but they furtively
take bits of furze
for their furniture

as they foment no furor
keeping first floor
guard on the firmament

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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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