Walking into gently hanging rain,
cocooned under trees,
the gathered water dripped a slow beat to the moss-sponged earth,
and the old-lifed leaves rested
mixing brown decay with murmured smells of garlic.
Under their tree tunnels
hedged lanes hid me
in green glowing sun,
and hills enfolded me in their lush embrace
like a mother, grown round on the fat grass,
whose close slopes encircled my sight
in her blood-earthed valleys.
And I was eighteen, and left without looking,
for flat lands,
full of sky and distant visions,
And I was eighteen,
and left without looking.
These poems are the fruit of almost 30 years of occasional writing. They were written as private reflections, or for friends and family. I hadn't intended them for public consumption, but people have told me now and then that they thought I should share them, so I have. I shall add new poems if and when I write them, though a lot of my words tend to go into sermons these days!
If you find something you like and find helpful, you are welcome to use it and share it, but please make sure my name stays attached to it.
The poems are posted in no particular order, but the labels - click on links below - should help you find poems on various themes.
There are also separate pages on this blog containing links to music composed by my husband, Philip, and to Christmas stories which I have told here at Seal in place of sermons on Christmas Day.