What more could you possibly wish for?

The water seems to hold its breath as we pass

and reflections clear as a looking glass

are echoed below the cornflower sky.

Once the ferry leaves, the sea exhales gently

and small ripples of contentment follow

in our wake

as do a small flotilla

of seafarers.

I reach home and am greeted at the door

with candles and a song – I smile and then

as they are extinguished

I wish for…

Nature’s staircase

Nature’s staircase winds its way through the wood of pines and carpet of delicately-belled heather. We climb and marvel at the grasping tree roots that reach out through the sandy soil like the exposed veins of Methuselah. Further up we trudge; sliding a little now that the trees have given way to the shingle underneath. We reach the top of Dead Man’s Peak and survey the kingdom that we have won through our heart-pumping assent. Beautiful English countryside; heath and forest, new but old, ancient land and there in the distance a reminder – a manmade scar on the face of this beauty…

Our Turn


The ground is firm but adds power to my feet. My footsteps are airborne and I semi-float towards the wall – alternately leaping, then sliding, trying to keep my balance. I tumble into the pillars which give way under my weight but still I remain upright and swing around the corner ricocheting off the walls of the air-filled castle. It’s dark and I have been looking longingly at those who leap and jump without a care – their bodies supple and their bones more forgiving.

At last they relinquish possession and three of us seize the opportunity to regain our youth. With a mixture of exhilaration and aches and pains, we laugh and groan our way back to solid ground feeling quite pleased at the spirit of dare-devilled-ness that we have exhibited tonight…

Six for Saturday


  • Mixed emotions this week – hard work!
  • Families reunite – happiness, celebration, conflict…predictable.
  • Four score years – reason to celebrate!!
  • Results come in pairs – others intervene…
  • Loving someone, not always liking them…
  • Scan needed. Fear starts to bubble…

Guesting on Simply Elfje Blog

My elfje ‘Blanking the Canvas’ is featured on Simple Elfje today. Thanks to Libby Leaper 🙂

You can check out her wonderful blog full of 11 word poems here 🙂



Long anticipated

my daughter,
back for party –
got smile and hug

Welsh Dragons and Spaghetti Flings

My Mum is a gentle soul, not too quick to judge – instead stands quietly by and watches. Talented in lots of ways, her singing self has performed on stage and radio and TV and also in the kitchen on the hallway…and the bathroom (my Dad has been known to sing a duet. Not so pleasant!). Her poetry has been published in various books and greetings cards but she is not one to look for praise or glory she just gets on and does what she enjoys. Latterly she has taken to doing crosswords – you only need put the paper down for a minute and she has nabbed it for her own and it’s not long before she ropes everyone else in to provide the answers – generous to a fault she likes to make everyone share the credit for finishing it. A joint effort you see.
My Mum’s emblem is the Welsh Dragon and just occasionally you see a fiery side – this has surfaced once or twice in her poetry and most memorably of all in the spaghetti fling (a Welsh version of the Highland one I suppose). Me and my brother appreciated the artwork on the flock wallpaper but I’m not sure that my father did as it was his head it narrowly missed. It must have worked, this venting of steam, as they celebrated their Golden Wedding a couple of years ago.
Happy Birthday to my wonderful Mum – the most selfless and patient person I know.

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