Glimmers

I had a really tough week. Some of it was down to external factors but some was down to: - having ADHD - trying to be everything to lots of people and taking care of lots of other people - not focusing on being everything I need to be to me and taking care of …

A love story.

I don’t like the trees Said the landowner We don’t like you Said the trees. And the pot-holed road made his coffin of wood Bump bump all the way home. I don’t like the weeds Said the landowner We don’t like you Said the weeds. And the ache in her heart made his weed-clad widow …

Ode to a bluebell.

Out on a walk with Steve today and in search of Redstarts and/or Wood Warblers and I was reminded of the Taynish poetry book. I came up with the poem below….and yes, I know that it’s not QUITE May yet! I tripped And as I almost fell My eye did hear the tinkling bell Of …

When I’m feeling bad

Yesterday I had a day where I felt bad: physically, mentally and relationally. This is quite common on a Saturday when I have had a busy week at work and been in situations where I haven’t been able to stop functioning at a high level of energy and focus. The problem is that when I …

This morning

This morning I am sad For the world For myself. This morning I am tired Of trying Of being. This morning there’s nothing To help or To fix me. And then you tell me To open the window To hear the cuckoo And then The woodpecker joins And I know It’s ok.

For you.

To the kid over there Whom some adults say they get But don’t when it comes to their own claims of debt That you and your parents owe to the world Because of where you were born. I get you. To the kid over there Whom some adults claim to see But don’t cos they …

For Imogen and Chris (aka mum and dad)

Good people I have found Can seem Far and few between Or many maybe keep it hidden well. They shield their good with armour That keeps them safe from laughter Or hurt that bounces off their outer shell. Good people I have found This week In plentiful supply Not hidden, mocked or slandered But loved …

For Mahmoud

Plastic or mat? Giving you choice. Dry or in comfort? Hearing your voice. My heart cracks to see this This no choice at all A coin tossed at your birth And how it did fall Has given you tails While my head is held high And your daily choice Is live or die. But the …

For Martin – the fan base

Sunday Sunny day A day of rest Or not. How does your mind rest Full of things You wish that you forgot? The answer is It has to Or else there madness lies. Start where you are Do what you can Give what you have to spare But keep enough As care for others Has …

Ode to Lee

How angry you must be, Lee That when you came to see, Lee The criminals of Calais They unlearned* all your English. And took away your sight, Lee So that you couldn’t see, Lee The women and the children The families and the hope. Of safety and a land, Lee Where they stand hand in …