The morning amble Watching my thoughts circle and pivot We can be like a hawk in the sky Or a fly trapped in a cobweb I peel off the sticky threads Returning to myself Again The further I go The more I lose And the more I find Wandering along Losing my mind *When we […]
A field full of cobwebs Hungover heavy with morning dew Natures artisan weavers Must number in the thousands I make my way through Careful not to damage their delicate handiwork If they were strung from the walls of a gallery I could not be more admiring All that work, no labels nor awards, weaving for […]
It’s Sunday morning and I’m lying in a sunbeam in my bed So many things to do today are roaming around my head Their footsteps are loud, urgent, pacing and it sets my heart to racing, I am almost about to rise When a Butcher birds song cuts through the glass door, cuts through the […]
This clear, bright morning, perfectly perfect My shoes, the first to scrunch across the dew wet grass I tear through cobwebs spun overnight Apologising to the broken tendrils left trailing in the sparkling light behind me The birds and I, all that are awake I whisper words in my head So as not to break […]
The sky screamed in grief And fell to earth, where parts of her were captured in puddles In rivers And the oceans The earth cradled her tenderly, wherever he found her scattered pieces Whispering “you are so beautiful, I could spend all day looking at you, and often do” And gradually her storms subsided, and […]
