Lovers are never compromised by the seasons. Lovers will be lovers, what ever the weather. They will find a way to love, a way to embrace, that no elements can steal from. Today at dusk I watched two lovers, walking on the sand. The wind was cold and brisk, the waves racing onto the shore,…
Category: Writing
Prose For Thought – The Bond
A poem about the bond that many people feel across a lifetime for special people they meet. They may not realise the depth of their bond till much later – but to recognise it, is still powerful in itself. They may not get to journey together in life, side by side, but their connection lives…
Remember when… | Prose for Thought
This poem talks of the importance of remembering the way a couple, in the early stages of a relationship connect – and how, as the years roll by, on the roller-coaster of life, it is becomes ever more important to hold on tight and not forget that connectedness. ____________________________________ Linking up with…
Thank you, my daughters, for a perfect Mothers Day x
It was Mothers Day here in New Zealand on Sunday. My daughters, without knowing it, gave me one of the best Mothers Day I’ve had. More than anything, a mother wishes for happy, content children and no major scuffles to break up! Miraculously, the whole day was one of peace, sunshine, blue sky and even…
The colourful side of the wind in Wellington
When the wind whistles through dear Wellington there’s a place to be, where the wind is God. it turns wind to song, when birds don’t feel strong, and planes fly with daring, nose to the wind. Wind lights rainbows of engineering the stronger it blows, brighter the colours glow. The forests that strain, under windswept…
Prose for Thought | Invisible
My poem this week sums up the feelings that many of us, especially parents, feel in any week. Life is a roller-coaster and some weeks there seems to be a little more fluctuation than others on the way. I’ve had so much on my mind and sometimes I find reading the news doesn’t help to…
The Leaf | Prose for Thought
It fell like any other leaf, having given one last show of colour. It lost its grip, as the daylight diminished, and the winds started to blow. I looked up, as a whirl of wind caught my breath, and took me in its autumn dance. The golden leaves formed a tunnel, wrapping me in their…
The Breathing Lake | Prose for Thought
Take me with your every breath, let me ride on your canoe, hide me from the dark shadows, and bath in your filtered light. Paint on my skin, like the sun, dipped in a heavenly palette. Caress my shoulders with air – that folds like a cloak around. I want to feel every sigh, the…
A challenge to finish…
A challenge was set, from my friend Cyndi, aka Latte Junkie, for ‘Lyrical Sunday‘ this week. She gave a beautiful, poignant start to a poem for us to continue with (and she is going to finish it too – so, it will be interesting to see the different angles people take on this). The words…
The Photo Gallery | Youth
Sweet 16. The year 1990. Perms were in, so were floral dresses. I was all dressed up for my school ‘Prom’, after completing my G.C.S.E.’s and readying myself for ‘Sixth Form College’. I’d spent the past few years suffering acne and tram-line braces. I was only just beginning to be interested in boys – up…
Prose for Thought – A game of words
When from the past he came, Inviting her to play a game, She didn’t think of danger. The letters on the board, That looked innocent at first, Started to bring about a thirst. Like fortune cards on a table, The letters told a story, That wound her on a cable. Suggestive. Permissive. Evocative. The spell…
Lyrical Sunday – Women
Latte Junkie has set the theme of ‘Women’ for ‘Lyrical Sunday’. I’m a day late – but there’s a good reason – I really liked this theme – but there were just so many diverse possibilities and angles from which to write (and I was concerned that I wouldn’t do justice to women with my…
PRICKLES | Lyrical Sunday
I’ve temporarily shifted hemispheres and seasons – from spring to autumn – from New Zealand to England. I’m walking country lanes untrodden by my feet for many years. I’m finding treasures I used to know so well – seasonal markers of the year in England. On Saturday I came across a sweet chestnut and it…
A poem to old friendships – Old friends are like gold…
Yesterday I caught up with one of my dearest old school friends, today I’m visiting a friend I lived with at Southampton University, who now lives in the beautiful, historic city of Winchester. There are so many old friends I’d love to see in the short week and a half we are here in the…