Category: observation

Gilded Cage

This gilded cage That holds my life My hopes and dreams My fears, my goals, my end. I look outside But strain to stay Within the bars So beautiful. Each step is forged By money, work and fame I cannot see another way I…

Earth

The NaPoWriMo prompt for the 22nd April was to write a poem for Earth Day. Earth: our planet, our home and our responsibility. At this time of year, I feel closer to the Earth as theĀ colourless pages are filled in green and gold, and…

Pepper

Feeling up and down Tired but determined Skint but ambitious Loving time hand in hand With tiny happiness Slowly through the world Dappled like the sunshine Peppering the pavement Seasoning our steps Hot and tasty on the earth. The supermarket calls But for now…

I’m Eeyore

The NaPoWriMo challenge for the 14th April was to write in another persona. I had some help choosing from Paul, Dominic, Geoff and a few others but the suggestion that gripped me most was Pippa’s: Eeyore. Of course A. A. Milne already achieved the…

Two Hellenic Haiku

Pane parched by Helios Chariot drags clouds away Blackbird greets me.   Cold wind at new moon Stepping from the crossroads Twin torches in pale hands.

Mercy

Oh spare me from sniffles And rouging of nose From tissues so prickly Though balm ones I chose Yes save me from fever And burning of head The prickling face And the shaking of bed Deliver me from Endless runs to the store For…

I Fucking Love Science. Gender Not Important.

I’m baffled by the reaction to realisation that Elise Andrew, founder of I Fucking Love Science, is a woman. I’m sorry, don’t all you people pertain to worship at the altar of science? And as such, shouldn’t you be beyond such petty concerns such…

A question for my followers…

First of all thanks for being patient with the erratic nature of my blog. I’m currently waiting for publication of A Modern Celt whilst working on a science fiction story (Universal Melody) and a great deal of poetry. Combine this with posts like Mother’s…

Mother’s Day

Mothering Sunday. Shortly after international women’s day. Does it go without saying that I long for the day when we don’t need a special day to remind us that women are amazing? Because, and this is hard for some feminists to swallow, some women…