‘No foot, no horse’ they say,
yet as I study my naked soles
I read my own well worn story.
Bared they do not lie but flinch
when pressed into the sharp edges
of life’s gravel strewn path.
Bared they marvel at the feel of silk
soft grass when walking in the sweet
comfort lawns of friendship.
Bared they wander on tiptoe
washed by many a dew teared morn.
Bared they have wrinkled
in the oceans of heartfelt romances.
Bared they persevered sand-cracked
and rubbed raw traversing
the seeming deserts of dismay.
Buried they spent countless days
confined within leather booted
working hours pounding ground
to pay for and enable this existence.
Bereft of these you will surely know me
when I kick off these heels of stance
running in barefoot abandon
to greet you with arms open wide.

(Abi’s Poem) *in more ways than one


3 Awards in one day (Almost)


Yes you could wonder how and why given how sporadic my postings have been recently! But never the less I am suitably embarrassed and pleased at the same time to be given such honours.

My most grateful thanks go to wonderful and most generous Marina Sofia for the Inspiring Blog award.

Also oodles of thanks go to my lovely friend and the extremely talented poet Louise Hastings for the One Lovely Blog award.

Finally last but never least my thanks and huge hugs go to my lovely friend and the absurdly multi talented soul that is Marousia for the Sunshine award.

Now the rules of these awards vary slightly but all ask for you to first thank the person who nominated you.

To share either 7 or 10 things about yourself.

To nominate / pass this award on to between 7 and 15 blogs.

So some things about me:

1, I am the only left handed person in my family

2, I am a Gemini

3, I can’t eat bananas

4, I am addicted to the Internet (probably)

5, But because of it I have met some of the loveliest people in my life, including my husband

6, My paternal grandmother’s maiden name was Rambaud

7, I am owned by an Icelandic horse who makes demands on my time and finances

8, I am in love with poetry among other things and beings

9, I talk WAY too much

10, I fall asleep too much *I am the dormouse*

Finally, I would like to nominate these blogs for the awards bestowed on me: @JAHesch @peterwilkin1 @denfemte @fumanchucat @poetjanstie @Awdures @poemblaze @benmind Brian Carlin @beth_winter @diana605 @wilsenior @grasscraig @marousia @louisejhastings

Now I know that there will be some duplication here but given I am passing on a wonderful bouquet of 3 awards in one go, please accept at least one to pass on, I have also nominated 15 blogs and although I could go on and on listing the wonderful blogs I read, I do need to go make my long suffering poetry widower of a husband a cup of coffee.

The Thaw

Trickling slowly like the waterfall

that’s melting in early spring thaw,

wordlessly spoken inside the spaces.

You held me close to your chest,

I felt the even beat of your heart

through the layers of your being.

You heard my tears start to flow,

cupping my face in steady hands

quietly waited and caught them all.

New Moon

Just another night, she breathes a sigh

that brushes Andromeda’s outer edge

polishing the pink of its painted nebula.


Under the clouds he waits for an eternity

his heart the mountains beneath his feet

he whistles the wind through forest pines.


First a subtle lightening to midnight blue

clouds slowly tearing to reveal her smile

a blinding bright curve, a pure silver sickle.


Reaching heavenwards touching her light

he strokes the smooth of her lunar rays

feeling her gravity drawing up the tide.


She bathes his silhouette in her beams

caressing his surface into monochrome

melding gradually on each limb and crevice

Softly she enfolds his world.


(Louise’s poem – 2012)

I am please to be able to share a stunning reading of ‘How’ by my friend Quirina 🙂

________The mind's sky________ Der Himmel des Geistes

Abigail Baker’s poetry—vivid in imagery and enchanting—explores the personal relationship realm, showcasing its magic, but also the inevitable pain that goes with being human. Her poetry can be found here.

With Abigail’s permission I hereby present my poetry reading of her very moving poem “How.”

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