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, 7 February 2017

When I am done with all this work

When I am done with all this work
no one sees me
slip into my sealskin,
turn, turn,
down in the dark water
chasing the scattered sunlight
and the crystal mountains.

When I am done with all this work
no one sees me
stretch into my feathered wings,
rise, rise,
into the clear morning
shaping the summer air
with patterned dances.

When I am done with all this work,
this strange chamaeleon transparency,
this leaving aside the name, the feeling,
no one sees me
slide into my rough grey coat,
weave, weave,
through the forest,
climbing the frozen hillside.

When I am done
no one sees me
howling at the moon.

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