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.

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Precarious boys (aged 12)

Balancing like windmills
on a tide washed stone
precarious boys are kings,
immortal and unconquered,
on the shoreline of their kingdoms.

But the chasing waves wrap round each other
tangling doubts.
And each one, like a small voice,
sibilant with questions
brings the future.

Trefyn, Pembrokeshire, May 90
For two twelve year old boys, the child of a friend, and his friend.

Ruth's first snowfall

Six years old and never seen the snow.
Mild winters
balmy springs
and baking summers.
were your childhood.
Six long years
no snowballs,
no toboggans.
Then, at last, the cold came
and the snow fell,
and the fields were white.
And wrapped in layers of scarves
you made your mark upon the snowy path
a gap-toothed, smiling picture of delight.

Feb 91