The Beach

In my dream we are walking on
a beach, somewhere we know not.
It is not a sandy vista but covered
with rocks and pebbles littered
below the looming cliffs high above.
You laugh as you see them crumble
they remind you of  Robin Hood Bay.
I tell you we shouldn’t be here
that we should never have come,
but you just smile and encourage me
as a father would his small child.
We are looking for the words
hidden within their raw formation.
You say I have a knack for finding
the ones that will shine.
I say that though yours may
seem gnarled and eccentric
they always turn the most heads
shining with an inner depth.
The sun sparkles on the ocean
without time to steal the tide away.
I glance upwards at the crumbling black
but you call me away to investigate
an unusual shade, a little known verb,
a state of pleasure, a little bird hopping
among the stones, catching flies.
We wander back our canvas bags full
of possibilities, lost in our thoughts.
You show me the tumbler we use
to polish away the crud.
I lean into the warmth of your knowledge
waiting for the gems to appear.
They shine in every colour known
and some in ones not yet discovered.
You carefully arrange them with studious
thought and concentration,
while I draw pictures with my fingers
in the ones I sought, the love I found.



Her song is caught on the whisper
of your carefully chosen words.
She is swept into the thorn bushes
singing beautiful trinkets that ring
the branches and bind her mind,
knowing ultimately what you seek,
holding onto the fading sun’s warmth,
her eyes glittering with every kindness,
each word of truthful thought burnt
into the parchment of her soul.
She falls upon the sharpest thorn
expels a note of exquisite truth
in dying breath she calls your name.

The Thread

He dangles mauve enticingly
before her inquisitive eyes
Light flecks dance between white spaces
Flicker in emerald hazel hues.
Enchanted by her sudden smile
She catches his breath in azure
Holding it like a butterfly.
Feeling the pulse in golden strands
Tortoiseshell against skin tone thoughts
He yields before playful release.
She reaches out to touch the thread
Soft patting kitten pawed with claws
still sheathed, to see if it is real.

A precious Award

I am humbly honoured to announce I have been awarded the Liebster Blog award from a wonderful writer, poet, blogger and all round generous lovely person Mr Peter Wilkin, whose words can be seen at

My most grateful thanks Peter ~ I am really touched and appreciate you thinking of me.

The Liebster Blog Award originated in Germany (Liebster means “favourite” or “dearest” in German) In accepting this award, the recipient agrees to:

1. Show your thanks to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them.
2. Reveal your top 5 picks for the award and let them know.
3. Post the award on your blog.
4. Bask in the love from the most supportive people in the blogosphere.
5. And, lastly – have fun and spread the karma!

So here goes for my five nominations in no particular order:

My first nomination goes to the wonderful Mrs Mediocrity @mrsmediocrity who fabulous poetry can be found here I have already confessed to her my love of her poetry that seems to always have a way of touching me inside.

My second goes to another talented poet & writer Josh (aka Judge Whisky) who’s thought-provoking words can be read here Josh’s tag line is ‘Somebody once accused me of being a poet.’ Well rightly so in mine and many others opinions.

My third is to the unforgettable Jacqueline Dick @fumanchucat, a writer and poet who will stretch your knowledge and understanding in ways you may not at first appreciate. Her beautiful poetry and writing can be read here:  well worth a read.

My fourth is Jenny @gennepher a poet & artist I have followed on twitter since I first joined, her wonderful images and words can be seen here: and here: take a look at both.

My fifth nomination goes to Vince L Wilson @inVinceWil a poet who’s sharp and clever words I have admired for some time now, his wonderfully weaved poetry can be read here:

I found chosing nominations difficult as I have so many wonderful people to choose from and so many have already been chosen. As I have been limited to 5 please know I would have happily nominated so many many more of you wonderful bloggers.



You were staring down an ancient tree
the day I tripped over your name.

A sudden flurry of comprehension

and there we were, drinking tea leaves
from floral china platitudes.

Words washed in a thicket of twittering
soul feathers all crying for attention.

You found mine, a piece of jigsaw
lost without ever being missed.

I sheltered under this umbrella
drying my softness from the unfelt rain

wiping smudges of cold desolation,
cheap lipstick marks on coffee cup edges –

then you smiled as I stopped talking
and started to write them all down.


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