Category: New Poetry

Darkness arrives early

As we tumble into Autumn

Into a landscape of change.

Things mount like falling leaves

Beneath the trees.

Time to sweep clean.

Held by a soft chair

The comfort of a warm fire

Sparks thoughts.

Longer nights allow time

To examine and reflect.

Dig deep as the need

Listen -

A pressing invite to stay a while

Perhaps a fleeting visit

Or a time to say goodbye.

As we gently move what has gathered

In the deep darkness

You began to wake,

Silently stirring.

You journeyed long

Through Spring,

Moving towards the light.

From weaver to young shoot,

Then tall as meadow grass you grew,

Graced with pastel flowers,

Wild and wonderful,

A blaze of colour

In the Summer sun.

Well beyond your sell-by-date,

Planted in hope.

Against the odds you survived,

Encoded to become,

To blossom and surprise.

The seeds from which you came

Will soon again be scattered

On the ground.

The beauty that is life

Forever charged with change.

Doing is brought to a halt

With an unexpected glimpse of blue -

A Kingfisher on the wing

Passing swift along the riverbank.

The first Cuckoo announcing her arrival

Invites me to go from my work

And follow her call to a distant hill.

Watching kits play in the warm sun

Takes worry away and brings a smile

As the air is flooded white with seeds of adventure.

A Grey Wagtail under a bridge gathers food

And makes me slow as I drive,

For the first time I notice her yellow feathers

And see how she risks her life attending to her brood.

Feeders hanging in the garden

Invite a stream of feathered friends to be named

And dread descends seeing a fledgling wage his first flight.

As I sit, sweet Summer scents drift into my mind

And I know in this moment all is well.

When deadly virus

Invades humanity,

Ripples of fear

Enter all beings.

Invisible foe,

Moving without bounds

To where people dwell.




Must battle the unseen 

As it breaches our cells.

Needs on the frontline

Helping those who fall.

Now is the time,

No cost too high.




No time for murmurings.

Follow the rules,

Allow space; to slow,

To stop the spread,

To save lives.




Chance to explore and dissect,

Knowledge when shared,

Will win.

What lessons for change to be learnt?

What matters most, to consider?

Finding unity of spirit,

Blessing planetary life,   

Shaping the future, together.

Scraping a living at the door,

Sitting alone

With damp seeping into your bones

Like ink on paper.

I too blot you out.

I glance

But I fail to see inside.

Into the loneliness of no one to share with,

Into the fear of troubles ahead,

Into the grief-stricken heart.

I fail to see beyond my assumptions

And into a piece of your story.

Forgive me as I search my pocket

For coins I had forgotten.

The least I could have done

Was to bend down

And ask your preference – tea or coffee?

Your coming is pure joy,

Like unexpected snowfall

Opening eyes of delight

And hearts full of fun.

Or green shoots in winter,

Filling empty spaces with hope.

Or rays of morning sunshine

Opening on silver threads.

Your coming is blessing.

Your eyes will open

To a world full of wonder.

Welcome little one,

Welcome love.

From desert sand,

Like a mirage,

Steel and stone emerge.

Shimmering in the sun.

Crystal studded,

Gold embedded towers

That entertain and intertwine.

They reach for the stars,

Portals to another life,

Imbued by ancient past,

Like Ubar lost.

Breaking new ground,

Opening vistas to the sea

Towards Atlantis and Palm.

Remaking the Oasis,

Fulfilling desire,

Feast for the senses.

Future vision imagined,

Fashioned and flavoured rich.

Pearl of Arabia

We ride the waves

Giddy with excitement.

Eyes on the horizon,

Seeking craggy rocks.

They rise from the deep,

Weeping in their isolation, 

Giving respite to travellers

And nomads of the sea.



White feathered sanctuary,

Calls carried on the wind.

Out of the blue they appear

As from another realm -

Gannets sleek and strong,

Skimming the waves in full flight,

Noble masters of the sea.


Dolphins bring delight.

Monks once followed in their wake

Guided by an inner light,

Seeking solace in Christ’s name

On rock as black and dark as night.

Place of grace

Guarded by the Archangel.


The climb is steep.

With steps mindful and slow

We reach the top of the outcrop.

Relics of the past,

Rocks shaped by mystic hands.

Sacred site hiding mysteries.

Sunshine floods our day,

Lighting the beauty of this place,

Lifting our hearts.

Grateful for friendship

As from these shores we sail.