Tag: writing

She Gave me a Witchstone

See the hole right through the middle? That’s what makes this a witchstone, or hagstone. Traditionally associated with magic, they are used as protection from various evils, including to protect sailors from drowning. The hole is formed by the ocean and the particles therein… Continue Reading “She Gave me a Witchstone”

New Friends

Lonely Bubble

The boy pulls my arm Look at this bubble! He cries, and sighs In delight. It sits, unharmed, on the rainy tarmac Wet and round and glossy A perfect hemisphere A ghostly fried egg imitator A final resting place With no predicted pop. It… Continue Reading “Lonely Bubble”

Wasted Tea Haiku

Sometimes the tea is Heavy, dense; peculiar. Why did it go cold?

Old Ways/New Ways

I’m frying things in butter Oil in cupboard, with the clutter Bottling rainwater from buckets Standing guard until it chucks it Down and how I check the weather Smell of air and pinch of leather Pine cone shrinking, mercury rising Direct sun and cloud… Continue Reading “Old Ways/New Ways”

Otley Spoken Poetry Competition

If you have a spare three quid burning a hole in your pocket, why not come to Otley Courthouse next Saturday? I be performing some poetry, alongside many other poets, vying for the coveted OWF Press Spoken Poetry Prize!

DIY

The dog pant roar Of a hand saw DIY, oh why In this heat They must be mad Have they had Enough of dust And rust And just one more shelf Rollers in hand (not hair) And sleeves to there Or not at all… Continue Reading “DIY”

Greydawn

When the sun doesn’t rise Majestically over The horizon But diffuses through cloud Like milk spilling Through ink When bird song sends Rain shivering Onto sodden paths When the moon has fizzled damply And stars have sighed and left Without saying goodbye When night… Continue Reading “Greydawn”

A Day in the Woods

What a lovely weekend. I was honoured to be a part of the Online Beltane Music Festival, run by the Pagan Federation Disabilities Team, and really enjoyed seeing the other speakers and performers and interacting with the guests. For those who can’t get out… Continue Reading “A Day in the Woods”

Moonlight Haiku

Door slam traffic jam Fuming, steam from ears, hot mess I pause, moonlight healed.