Category Archives: Poetry

I will go to Spain – the heat won’t worry me – to sit in cantinas with gypsies playing frenetic guitars. The clap and stamp of their hands and heels will make frills and flounces flash and flick. I’ll ache … Continue reading →

The trees sway flowing loosely where the wind carries them Me, I dig my feet in against the gale till it snaps me asunder So I land like a dead leaf or an acorn ready to rot, or to germinate. … Continue reading →

Below the great gleaming Roundel of the moon Tonight I see my shadow Encircled By light Eileen Neil

My skin prickles, my eyes glisten Turning my head, following its trajectory crab-like it crawls towards the door following its slithery tail Out of reach but glinting still Disappearing round the door Outside the smack of the sun glares Unable … Continue reading →

Paint what you have seen Telling how it all came about Let the world know what you mean Paint what you have seen They can’t be no in-between Clean your brush and let it out Paint what you have seen … Continue reading →

I venture out for my permitted walk. A tentative glance to the left and right. Dog walker to the right, all clear to the left. Decision of direction made, I set off. Other decisions have already been made, my world … Continue reading →

          Defying its heaviness, the circle face defaults to a water lily in her withering hand, a sudden reminder of her father’s pond trickles forward from childhood. Through a case of metal and rust, she’s floating … Continue reading →