The lonely sparrow fidgeted in the hedge, while down below an adder slowly stirred, above the magpie chattered on its ledge, soaring the buzzard stared at the bird. — The heated fiery sun burned their backs, the haze mimicked the mirage of water, a house, closed against the hostile, faces a hope’s that’s fast diminishing.… Continue reading Deadly Climate Crisis.
Grief a Broken Heart.
The darkness grew in my mind, as I watched the fragile light recede, in my distress I saw it swallowing, me whole. —– The grief I felt washed through, as I remembered the good things, and there, in a moment, overwhelmed I wept. —– You were there and yet I could not reach you.… Continue reading Grief a Broken Heart.
Sacred Sunrise
The candles burned brightly in the temple, repaired the curtains and ordered the day, while down in the fields a body, dead lay. ——– Relieved they slept through a golden dawn and missed the signs that God was about, missed the glory of dying being bested. ——- The sun burnished creation that morning and made… Continue reading Sacred Sunrise
Hosanna!
Grief stricken, an empty armed mother wanders outside the city gates and meets the family leaving their home, empty pocketed, no wage to come. Misshapen people, ostracised sit in the shade of the tombs and rocks, longing for a health to enter the city where they are unclean, where deprivation, disease, death and hatred walk… Continue reading Hosanna!
Selfies
I took a selfie yesterday. And what did it really say? —– My wrinkle grown skin Sags. My skin stretches with age Not smiles. Jowls threaten to enhance This time lined face. —- Eyes dimmed see the effects of time, of hope, misplaced and violent attack, Searching through the lines, unveiled a cause for laughter… Continue reading Selfies
Grace in the Waiting
Dissolving margins take me deeper into the desolation of the soul, with each moment long, I find my life weariness increasing the hole in my thinking. ——– Tears thicken in my eyes where the sight is strained by searching, my heart is like a rock as if the spirit’s flown leaving me lurching on its… Continue reading Grace in the Waiting
The Barn Owl
Motionless but for a revolving head, waiting palely, a faint outline in the brooding darkness suddenly rends the air with a psycho scream, penetrating, threatening. —— A ghostly flight as it sweeps the ground waiting silently, a sentinel of the dying light, seeking the future through scampering feet, blood for a scavenger’s brood. ——/ White against the… Continue reading The Barn Owl
Love is:
He takes my hand so lovingly, curling his fingers around mine, as if t’were a treasure of great price, and I hold his in mine while memories of that first fragile touch of nervousness. ==== Love can be worn thin like ice, a place that snaps easily and falling far through the fracture often floundering… Continue reading Love is:
Prayer on the Front Line.
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies . —- I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. —– I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. ——- I pray for their safety,… Continue reading Prayer on the Front Line.
A Sacred Moment
interrupted my daydream with a loud, clear call
A Cracked Pot
The pottery wheel brings the writhing clay to life, its whirring pulses through the hands, moulding the sticky gooey mess, growing its potential and finding its nature through touching, loving and caressing the dirty lump until it reveals its hidden glory. — Steadily the rhythm grows and a shape is formed, a vessel glad to… Continue reading A Cracked Pot
Social Media Hatred
The gif spread slowly across my screen Opinionated, detonated, created, calculated. Cold and cruel, treating me to someone’s unhappy heart turned on me in spite, a biteOf hate. ——/Her photo stolen from her life, haunting her as they passed it along its invisible trip wire. Seeking fame by defaming, hoping for shares, and done despairs, violated,… Continue reading Social Media Hatred
The walls of Hate.
It was lost before it started, as the sun rose over the horizon and the cloud of the dust of centuries of believing that this is right and that is so very, very wrong. ========================== No-one saw the stain in the beginning but stood and broadcast their right, to murder, malign, maim over a message… Continue reading The walls of Hate.
The Prisoner
as someone else charts her child’s precious years
Plastic Warfare
The clouds floated on the face of the water, which flowed silently under branches of trees. Nothing moved nothing stirred but the grey water. ———————- Up above the sun shone cloaking the trees in burning heat and searing the ground; charring the last vestiges of grass that were not burned by the salt laced stream.… Continue reading Plastic Warfare
The Blue Tit
The darting cobalt blue, streak of yellow gold swiftly passes snatching tasty seed then – flees to hide, green amongst the laurel leaves which tremble and close in its wake. —– Peeping out eye bright, he fixes upon a nutty gem. The seething bush releasing a wild friend, who like a salmon leaping over a… Continue reading The Blue Tit
Lord, did they hurt you?
Lord, Was their pain in your heart as they told you, “Goodbye!” They didn’t want your way nor wrestle, with things you say. Lord, did they hurt you when they walked away? And the women you helped who followed their men, turning their backs on ways that restored dignity again. Lord, did they hurt you… Continue reading Lord, did they hurt you?
Healing Birds:
The cloud had darkened, and the lane lengthened, as my dragging feet walked the dusty way home. My fears were growing and the worry charging my mind with images and misery. The news was bad. == A person walks on and carries with them their past, the nightmares and traumas, failures and fears grasp the… Continue reading Healing Birds:
Just updating
Word press updates my blog, Oh no your emails I do not see I wanted to tell them but Oh blow! they’re are flighty as a bee.
Protest
Protest How do you raise a flag for Britain when our own bulldog bites back? How do you take back our blighted land when our government’s harsh hand is to make us like a dictatorship? — Their traitorship looms and grimly looks out at portholes of misery, on tyranny, and the duplicity of the mystery… Continue reading Protest
Brexit lies destroy
It was a fallacy that ate at his soul. no one had explained it. But its toll was breaking his heart and the children’s home. As the money mounted in his loan. —— She was hoping that it was not true as she eyed the data of what is due, Each tiny zero was impossibly… Continue reading Brexit lies destroy
The Listening Rose
He stood patiently. Bow politely poised, the pink blush of the roses brushed the shiny green leaves, heart shaped blossoms fell like soft down at his feet. —- Each branch had reached out in fear, growing piercing thorns to scratch the arms, which it thought intended it harm, increased in number sharpened darts. —– He… Continue reading The Listening Rose
Refugee Children in the Hold.
A child can only look on knees, frail, loud, loving and free, hunting beetles, shedding tears, smelling the earth, ‘It’s nearer to me!’ —– A child can only look on knees, and spider webs’ silvery droplets, marvelling at the moon and stars, splashing in cool, cerulean seas. —- A child can only look on knees,… Continue reading Refugee Children in the Hold.
The Swift Migrant.
A swift circled the blue, blue sky, another joining a long pilgrimage, journeying through jagged mountains. countries and places endangering their fragile, feathered lives. Those arriving are welcomed. Watching their flight we raise happy faces to a cerulean heavens of their grace. ==== Travelling thousands of long miles, they, like each refugee seek shelter,… Continue reading The Swift Migrant.
The burning heart
The silence grew, the issue lay hid, no one spoke for a dying child. —– Each click of the fingers, each moment in time, they die of hunger, violence or harm, abused and broken, sexually mauled and their tears don’t make headlines while a fantasy does. —– Narcissistic natures boldly claim the front of every… Continue reading The burning heart
The Widow’s Mite/Oppression Destroys
Her life in turmoil, sad in a poor home, no money to spend, two halfpennies left. ———– The lawyers look on with glee, another widow, vulnerable and poor, steal her home, send her to in-laws oppress her till she numbly goes. —— They set the bar high, in the temple treasury, 2 coins is a… Continue reading The Widow’s Mite/Oppression Destroys