Autumn is here and this year my son hasn’t written a poem about school sucking the school out of him and I haven’t written a poem about time being strangled as I have done before:
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Lies withering on the floors
Covered with the ocre leaves of August’s mourning,
Cramped, dark, confined,
I met the woman I would like to be
I met the woman I would like to be for only a fleeting moment, but one which is planted in my mind powerful and deep.
I was walking along the Dorset path, through the woods, across the heath and down to hill to the pebbled sea, and as I walked, I saw a couple talking … Read more
I have been feeling overwhelmed. It doesn’t happen very often, but yesterday it did.
Feeling overwhelmed is a bit like being lost in the fog; I know there is nothing else … Read more
On reading Nikita Gill
Oh! What a relief
To find myself,
Reflected back at me
Without the corsets
Of manned constraints,
Unlaced to let me breath.
I can freely exhale
My own experience
Reflected back at me.
All those years at school learning the lines of … Read more
Climate Crisis and Some Good News
I hope your 2019 has started well.
Mine started, in a circle with a bunch of amazing people where we were invited to share what we knew about positive developments and innovations for the future.
I remember raving to someone about how amazing my new man was, how charming, how sexy, how romantic.
‘He’s seducing you’. Came the response.
‘Oh good’, I thought.
After all, so much lingerie, so many perfumes are sold on their powers of seduction. Seduction was great; a dream come true. I wanted to be seduced. … Read more