Category Archives: Poetry

Their eyes met across the roses, Ethel could not believe it. She, a dinner lady, in the garden of Buckingham Palace. He could believe it. He, a Count from the House of Lords, in his element. He wandered round the … Continue reading →

The night is cloudless My path through the forest is lit by the moon Above is the pole star below, the ground still warm from the sun Somewhere out in the universe Stars are crossing, spinning and merging, powerful collisions … Continue reading →

The charter flight to LA with British Caledonian was my third visit to the US, but my first with a husband, our three year old daughter and my mother-in-law We paid extra to sit in the 747’s upstairs cabin The … Continue reading →

To walk that road again – a lane? Passed stubbled fields. Kildarra up to Nolan’s farm. Pick purple blackberries on the way. A small child’s handful. Turn left at milk churns waiting by wild fushias live with bees. We squeeze … Continue reading →

Someday I will go on a journey to the mythical isle of Ithaca, across Homer’s wine-dark sea. I will be seduced by the singing of the Sirens, sailing close to the rocks and finding the key to the realm of … Continue reading →

“A PASSAGE TO INDIA…” …or some other far-flung destination is what my disillusioned spirit craves. To escape the humdrum of the quotidian, the stress of everyday monotony is, I believe, the duty – nay, the imperative – of the questing … Continue reading →

it will not stay as it was left, the boogie-woogie of books – jazzing up the room – will fall like a ton of fiction there will be no tambourines, no clinking of love triangles, the muse will not slip … Continue reading →

It was grey flannel, plain and droopy, with drawstrings and a large untidy hood, not some zany creation sporting pistachio pockets and baroque buttons, but an everywoman’s coat that somehow caught the attention of young up-to-no-gooders, who screamed like high … Continue reading →

Out of the blue, she came with her silver wings, slicing through the unspun drifts of cloud, to rise higher than any bird was made to fly defying men, defying women’s place, defying gravity she flies, alone, across the wild … Continue reading →