Party Spirit

Glimpsed from a car, a group of revellers
party there on the green.
An abundance of teenagers turn to
look as I approach from
the camouflage of the hedged tennis courts.
And I do come armed
with an apology… and sweets… and drinks
for the party-goers.
I am greeted with a hug and I leave
with a tear-draped eye and
an awareness of how fragile life is.
Birthday celebration.
For one who is no longer around to
celebrate it herself.

Image: me not

The Watcher

“Oh shut up Mum” she says and shuts the door on me.
It’s her first time festival camping and I confess to feeling not a little anxious.
Maybe I overdid it a bit with the helpful suggestions.
Later in Ventnor, I wonder how many spotted the grey car trundling up hill and down dale… until, at last, it was left to rest up in the town where the hills weren’t quite so demanding.
I’m turning into an old woman.
We moon-gaze – it’s supposed to be a ‘Honey Moon’ tonight; the clouds obscure but still the watcher sees on this Friday…the 13th
The Watcher

Immersed in the Countryside

Basking in the
warmth and sunshine
of a Spring newly
we traipse over fields
and waterlogged
Then later, laughing
with tiredness,
we peel off our
layers –
to soak our bones
in scented water
and watch nature’s soap
down the plughole
along with our
Such bliss!
ninham walk 16.3.14



I arrive, blown in with the gale and more than half a bucket of leaves, and proceed to look around for a familiar face. I spot Jo and James sharing a table on the other side of the bar. Vince sits on the next table, all concerned unaware of the proximity of fellow stoners (small stone writers) . I go over and introductions are made. Chat is of others who share our daily writings… and books and films and occupations and wolves and toads and pond life and other such diverse topics. All is to the soundtrack of JC and Angelina with their often foot-tapping tunes – they are accompanied by a whisk-wielding, wash board-playing, suspender-wearing (according to Jo) musician who adds a slightly bizarre touch to the evening.
As we end this year of stones, of sharing our souls with virtual friends, it feels good to cement these links closer to home in the ‘real’ world. Yet… the sharing of our meeting with everyone on this vast planet – shrunken to the blink of an eye, the touch of a button, changes the celebration and makes it a symbol for here. This special place.
Love, light and peace to you all.

Early Christmas with Friends

Supper group turns
We chat and laugh
And listen and care…
But most of all
Enjoy to share
Company of friends
forged across chilly
corridors and testing times.
We celebrate our
Alternative Christmas do
Just us few
Around the
Roundish table.

Six Word Stone – Indulgence


Two cinema visits in one night!

Showing us the Way

A thin beam from the torch
Barely illuminates
Our path as we try to
Follow the drive downwards.
Tarmac soon gives way to
Looser gravel; feet make
Stones skitter sideways – marking
Our passage while eyes glint
From the darkness. We turn
A corner and the steamy
Warmth of kitchen lights welcomes
Us up ahead. Dinner
With friends beckons. As we
Cross over into the
Light so does our feline

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