Spring is Sprung

Finally. Spring is here, a month late. I’m going to be in the garden as much as possible for the next week. Weeds are running rampant and I want to get the veggie garden in. So much to do, but still time to write, such fun …

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SPRING IS SPRUNG                                                 

blossoms burst rooftops
with an exuberance of colour

sky burns orange yellow
behind a rise of eagles

lilac tosses white perfume
over rainbows of polyanthus

and I transplant seasons
with a swallow’s swoop

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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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Zoned Out

There are moments in life that lift me up beyond where I am to
some other where, a place of extreme delight and joy. I know
this happens to other people, at some point in time and it catches
us all by surprise …

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ZONED OUT

somewhere out west                                  
a taxi-driver sits
in his heated car
and reads poetry
by Emily Dickinson

the orange in his
left hand drips
on the page
and on his wrinkled pants

but his attention
is on the words
that rise up
and fill him
with ecstasy

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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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Blue Wine

When the sun shines directly overhead, sky and sea can merge, spilling mirages over the world. Everything then becomes lit with mystery and magic …

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BLUE WINE                                  

the sea rests
in my cup

I drink salt
and wait for waves
to take me
into the sunset
where I will

drink white wine
while sky spills
over my hands

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9781771333054_FCNew! NEW! ‘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, May 2016.

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Song of Mary Magdalene

Easter Sunday coming up. But we have to get through the pain and grief of Good Friday first. It may not be the Christian Good Friday but we all go through suffering and pain at some time or other in our lives, and emerge afterwards to a time of joy. It’s all part of being alive …

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SONG OF MARY MAGDALENE

lilies among the grass                                          
where feet of light walked

blossom on the trees
where hands of joy touched

peace in the garden
where the Gardener is found

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Frame and the McGuireNEW! Frame 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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The Skipping

At one time or another we all send stones skipping across waves, trying to see how many skips we can get. It’s fun and oddly relaxing, though there is often a competitive element, watching waves, counting the skips. It’s also the light on water, the beach …

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THE SKIPPING

ripples move out
and on    to an edge                                           
where they curtsey
politely   swing skirts
and subside
into sand

‘like this’ he says
as the stone leaves
snapping fingers
‘like that’ as the stone
touches   touches  again
eight   nine times
until it slips
into a wave and ripples
spread …

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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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The Appointment

Everyday brings its own worries, days when I haven’t the time  or energy to worry
about other people as I am focused on my own concerns. It’s not a good place to be
but I’m sure it happens to all of us …

THE APPOINTMENT

when I go to the car on a Monday morning
I have no thought for the weaver next door
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I don’t concern myself
with the eighty-year-old
who grumbles about his live-in daughter

or the pianist who wanted to play
at Carnegie Hall
but failed the Grade VI music exam

none of these worry me
as I head for yet another
doctor’s appointment

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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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By Rote

As a child I learned a lot by rote, mostly poems, but they have all vanished with the years. Now I have trouble remembering the list of what I need to do today …

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BY ROTE

does it matter that I don’t hold
the words of Cicero                                                          img_0219-2-14-17-blog
Shakespeare or Shelley in my head?

that I’ve forgotten every poem
I’ve ever learned?

that I can’t remember a joke
or can’t tell it
so that the punch line punches?

is it a problem that I can’t recite
my own poems or hold a tune
in my head or my mouth for longer
than it takes to breathe a sigh?

does anything learned by rote
whether grocery lists or old hymns
dissipate into the vast
knowledge of the universe?

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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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