I gather in
At last,
after the winter’s stone,
I gather mugwort from the village roads.
Feathered purple sage,
fresh mint,
lemon balm,
thyme’s purple flowers
and parsley’s drooping stars,
hang in my kitchen,
drying,
to save the scents of summer,
against the winter chills.
I gather the pearl-grey down
of cygnets
preening
on the dappled morning… Read more
Polycultural multi-potentiality
I always felt wrong.
I haven’t gone up the ladder of promotion,
the uni-linear path to success and approval.
I don’t have ‘a thing’.
If you ask me what I do,
I don’t know where to start.
If you ask me about my relationships,
I don’t know how to answer.
I never know… Read more
Time has passed
The damson tree which has my back,
Used to be Zap,
My first and most beloved dog who walked,
through death and childbirth,
Loyally at my feet.
The soaring fir trees were neat eggs of topiary,
The lawn was a productive vegetable bed.
The shelves I clear
As I leave
22 years behind… Read more
20 + 20 + 20
It feels as if
The first years of my life was when I was being grown,
by others,
First in the womb,
Then home,
School,
Guides,
Friends,
World.
Then it seems I spent 20 years trying to grow myself,
to find my way,
start the path,
which feels like my own.
To hear my … Read more
Mothering
Mothering
When I became a mother,
I only had two,
I have been lucky to watch these babies grow, and stretch, and fill into
the young men they are becoming.
Their swelling, ripening,
shakes me off.
I am being phased out,
of the day-to-day mothering
which has been so consuming.
I feel … Read more