I thought it ended there, at the beginning.

The fragmented visits, the bounteous dull pearls, wisely gathering dust in the bottom drawer.

‘What for?’ I asked

‘Why?’ I cried

‘I wish I could go back again’ I lied

‘Because of life, because of life’ you said

At least I like to think so, rolling the words around in my head,

in your voice,

as if I could conjure you into my living room.

Then the w...

Dusk has fallen, little one

And we must sleep to raise the sun

So let your dreams light up the moon

Bring out the stars, the night’s begun

We’ll find the dark a welcome friend

While our minds and bodies tend

Imagine where we’ll go and play

now it’s time to end the day

And if you feel a tinge of fear

stand up tall when it comes near

declare I’m not afraid of you

but come and join my fri...

Some spend entire

lifetimes trying to belong

Does it ever end?

But maybe, just maybe, what

we seek is inside, waiting.

We are all human

Sometimes, a small reminder

gives the loudest call

So love, laugh, and smile because

here we stand - as one, as all....

I feel like today,

emprisoned by the cults of

social media,

we are too afraid to show

our vulnerable reality....

Sometimes I wonder

it love isn’t the right word

for wordless moments,

When infinity lights up

the universe in your gaze...

The stars are dying out, it seems.

When I was younger I’d look up and see an innumerable glittering curtain, decorating my favourite time of day. I was afraid of the dark back then, but mum turned on her stoic magic once again and suddenly I had my own moon and three stars, watching over me in my bedroom.

There have been times when I’ve been amongst them, and count myself the luckiest human ali...

We stroll along a never ending lane

with turning seasons full of our regret

Of warmer, simpler, happy times and yet

The footsteps of our hearts will still remain

We witness how the browning, withered leaves

Let loose in whirling oaken tears, each one

a wayward memory of the missing years

Wherein a storyteller wroughts and weaves

As human beings we lament for time

we never ever seem to ha...

I’ve found I cannot even comprehend

The lengths at which some people seem to go

When threats of conflict break the fragile hold

They claim to have upon a narrative

Oh, twisting, turning, writhing to and fro

they lash at murky shadows, ghosts and those

around them, unaware of pain and hurt

the likes of which we’ve never known before

Our hope is that they know not what they do….

Because suc...

When animals come to compare

They travel from here and from there

From dales and rivers

In sweats and in shivers

Both prey and predators dare

They all have a wonderful song

A cacophony proud and strong

But I can’t help to hear

That my favourite is near

When a deep rumble cuts through the throng

For they are increasingly rare

With their sharp claws and stunning white hair

They can run, ...

There would be no sun in the mornings

No smell of freshly baked fairy cakes or

Coffee shop conversations

The hills we once wandered became car parks overnight

There would be no smiles, no laughter

Creaking like an ancient door that has marked

The threshold of grateful generations

When we realise there’s salt in the custard, instead of sugar

I sit here thinking, ‘One day this will be real’

A...