Wild Spirit (a poem)

My darling, if there is any concept I would remove from our world,
it would be this:
that you are too much.
That your wild spirit should be chained.

The Grandmother ๐ŸŒบ (spoken word art)

A narrative reflection I wrote, on the Wise Old Woman within. ๐Ÿ™ May she forever be honoured and held close to our hearts. The Grandmother โ€˜Why the long face?โ€™ The children laughed As they crowded into the lonely manโ€™s cave. He stared at them with baleful, bleary eyes That had long been deprived of the…

‘Bear With Us’ (a Poem)

This is dedicated to business owners all over the world, as current circumstances force them to close down, with no clear path ahead. This poem arose as a response to a recent writing prompt I saw, which was “bear“. The phrase “bear with us” came to mind immediately, and as the plight of small business…

‘Perhaps You Didn’t See it’ (a Poem and a Painting)

This poem and painting were featured in Just My Cup of Tea magazine recently, and it is an honour to share them both here today. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿฆ… Perhaps you didn’t see it: How they flew above you And turned circles of hope โ€“ Their feathers traced out a pattern you once understood. Perhaps you didn’t hear it:…

‘Petals’ (a Poem)

The path was strewn with petals. Fading daylight Rested on your fingers Your chest Your eyes That would never again Behold the changing seasons: Never marvel at the spring buds That appear in warmer days, Or watch birds taking flight, Turning towards home As winter closes in. They reminded us: Love is never lost. The…