Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Valentine 2018

Don’t count the years,
don’t count the tears,
don’t count the moments
nor the fears;
count only
the distance
between heartbeats.

Monday, January 01, 2018


‘tis but another turn on an axis
that welcomes another year
another opened eye
another unopened day

the sun also rises
as always before
clouds as grey, unbidden,
come, come and cluster
shed their tears
as rain
rain as wet as sorrow
rain as old as yesterday
another journey to the sea

an eloquent goodbye

The sky is eloquent
in its goodbyes
as the year
bows out in lights
before the monotone,
of night
slinks in with shiny black
and a veil of mystery.
The New Year
will colour
with its every step
from the vaguery
of the undefined
to a kaleidoscope of experience.
The conversation
a dialogue
of time.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Whose child is this ?

'Mary' : sculpture at Saffron Walden church

Whose child is this,
a cuckoo all warm and suckling ?
If I say you are mine
Your eyes tell me that you make me a mother
giving me no right to call you mine.
If I claim to have given you life
you disarm me with a smile that says
you will give me mine.
Your father has only spoken to me through messengers,
I cannot picture his face
although I know his love.
You were not conceived in passion
nor touched into life by intimate caresses.
Can I call you my child ?
You were mine for forty lengthening weeks
and, in your life,
you will not know such intimacy again.

Will you answer my questions when you grow ?
Will you let me be your mother
when darker clouds arrive
and I need to grieve
for you,
for me, for the child I kept, 
a loan from God