Tag: poem

World Poetry Day 2018

For World Poetry Day today, I was obsessed with petrichor, the smell after the rain. Here are some of the poetic doodles I did today… Rain hits soil hits nose Knowing how it works doesn’t Make it not magic. Microbes multiply Each rain drop… Continue Reading “World Poetry Day 2018”

Soteira

Mirror to my soul Your twin lights guide me When I can’t decide Which path is right Cosmic world soul Heart of the universe Voice of the Heavens The Earth and the Sea. The thought and the word The void and the atom The… Continue Reading “Soteira”

In Her Little House

In her little house with the sun streaming Fire not water through the gauze window Eyes squint with smiling and sunshine alike; Beautiful brain from bright face is beaming. Walls are angles; calculus; algebra; Floor to roof trajectory formula Figuring out the right arm… Continue Reading “In Her Little House”

Kin

Ginger hair in duplicate One by choice One by genes In jeans of blue And eyes the same Cool pools of dew That cry ‘I love you’.

Death of a Christmas Tree

Epiphany! But there was no Kind revelation Or transformation No visiting magi Blessed this bunch Of tattered twigs And glitter. Barely litter; Sitting partway On the verge Of grass And desperation. Christmas over Someone angry? Resenting loss Of festive cheer? Or beer Fuelled madness… Continue Reading “Death of a Christmas Tree”

An Ode to My New Coat

Wrapped in Tiny, tiny pillows Downy treats To snuggle in On streets While walking In snow Hail or rain No pain No sting Just cuddling My purple joy My new toy I’ve waited so long This song Is for the coat I yearned for… Continue Reading “An Ode to My New Coat”

New Poem: Ink Cap

Fungi, the changing season, and some gorgeous artwork from Nimue Brown. http://moon-books.net/blogs/moonbooks/pagan-poetry-ink-cap/

Online Lughnasadh Festival

Ah Lughnasadh! The height of summer, a time of fun and games, the rise of the competitive spirit and a time to truly honour our ancestors, just as Lugh honoured his mother at this time. I could smell it this morning; that sweetness in… Continue Reading “Online Lughnasadh Festival”

June 9th, Britain 

Sitting in bed Waiting for the world to end Or maybe to start. My heart A battlefield of friends  And enemies Love and passion Embers fizzling in the rain The aftermath. Scared to read, scared not to read Fearmongers long for both But my… Continue Reading “June 9th, Britain “

Plenty

Plenty of fish in the Shop, striking, slicing batter and Chip off the old block Out the lights, the blinding Light the candle, don’t curse the Dark before dawn, the morn, the Yawning chasm of emptiness Jumping and leaping from One idea island to… Continue Reading “Plenty”