Posts Tagged ‘life’


In response to Donal Og by Lady Augusta Gregory

late last night the path spoke your name
illuminated by stars, lit from beyond the
realms of an imagination i can only dream of

you promised to reach up and pluck the moon
from its perch, encase it in diamonds so
pure my soul would reflect in them

you promised to move the shores of the lake
closer together so no bridge would be needed
and we could see each other forever

i went by myself to the top of the mountain
and saw all your promises laid before me in the
vast emptiness of the valleys and rivers below

i pricked my thumb on a rose and my blood
was as black as the mouth of the deepest cave
disappearing down, never to be seen again

you have taken the wind from my breath,
the words from my mind, the thoughts from my lips,
and i fear you having taken my belief in life too


We’re moving. Moving away from everything I know, everything I understand. Mum and dad have a new job the other side of Bradford. It’s a long way from where I live now. Will I see any of my friends ever again? I’m overwhelmed with emotion’s, but I can’t express them. I stand there worried, scared, confused. I don’t fully understand what is happening or why. The future is scary especially when it’s so uncertain.

washing life

Posted: November 3, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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he watches intently
from the comfort
of the leather sofa
as his mother carefully erases
the memory of another
meal prepared and eaten
pots, pans, plates
knives, forks and spoons
all reflect back at her
a beauty now long gone
she passes them to his father
who with several sharp tugs
wipes clean what has been
replacing it with the drabness
of the present
reminding them both
that nothing last forever


you loved the light entering my bedroom
every morning turning on my light
falling down from the middle of the ceiling
blinding me momentarily
confusing me before i rub the
sleep out of my eyes to see you
silhouetted against the morning sun
holding a curtain in each hand
a saint on a cross
opening the gates to heaven
stepping aside to let
the rays of life touch her son
breath new life into him
and start a new day


the headaches bring with them
a calming down of the senses
less stress, less anxiety
as my mind fights
to stay awake leaving
no energy to worry
about the things that
used to be important


what was life like
before the headaches
back in the stillness
of a hot July day
i remember thinking was
clearer, sharper, faster,
more focused, more…real
now things are…
cloudy, slow, blurry,
confusing sometimes
less important, less meaningful,
sapping all the energy i have
getting the washing up done
is an achievement someday’s
whereas before the headaches
it was five forgotten minutes
just like that hot day
in July is now…


I’m been experiencing headaches nearly every day since July. This and the subsequent poems over the next few days are centred around my experience of living with these headaches.

is this headache real
or am i imagining it
i’ve become so used to them
that it’s difficult
for me to remember
what it’s like to live
without a headache
or do i experience
life without a headache
but i don’t realise it
there’s the pain, the
sharp pain that shoots from
the centre of my brain
exploding through my skull
down my scalp and off my chin
confirming the headaches
are still there
a sharp reminder that
life at the moment
is far from normal


it is cold and dark
street lights struggle
to penetrate a mist
hovering above the road
i am warm, a burning fire
in a block of ice
one foot follows another
red hot rods of
pulsating energy made of
sinew, muscle, blood, life
creating a sense of togetherness
with the world
a feeling of being
at one with nature
mind and body as one
in effortless motion
allowing me to appreciate
the simple act of running
that is denied to so many


you take away warmth
cloudless blue skies
fields of flowers
awash with animals
trees heavy with leaves
providing shelter for birds
you replace them
with browns, greys and reds
clouds filled with rain
mists obscuring moors
streams flowing fast
deep reams of mud
seasons bring and take
so many different feelings,
emotions and experiences
be grateful for all of them
and cherish the memories
they bring to you

winter food

Posted: October 18, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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through the seasons mist
the fruit of the branches
broke free falling towards
the core of the earth
crashing down through
water and mud
waited to be carried
away by mammals and birds
to be stored for food
during the winter cold