The joy of Gospel music Reaching like arms to my room And pulling me out of my bed The smell of Plantain frying Twirling me, bare foot To dance down the stairs My Father, cooking up Love His smile like the glow of the sun Warm on my face, He chases the dimming sleep, Breakfast, … Continue reading Saturday Kitchen
Fb marks a year: A year of uncertainty and indelible hope, Of discovering unlikely heroes And acts of beautiful kindness. Not just crying at adverts, but the news as well. Throwing tantrums at school work - watched curiously by my five year old. Discovering a hate for Google Classroom A year of working at my … Continue reading Facebook marks a year…
We left the earth scorched Our dancing footprints, charred. A nod to the cold sunset, A kneel to the heat of the moon. The depth and breadth of you, Unfathomable odyssey. No more intrepid vista A shiny new shackle on the earth. So; the ash flies high It blackens my face and hands. My back … Continue reading Poem: Embers
Shut the door Shhhh... Tip toe, Finger tip reach, To the top shelf. Then, shut the door. Kilner tight. Kill it. Close the lid. Flick the light, off. Then, shut the door. Turn your back Away. Do not look. Leave the past. Leave. Then, shut the door. I will not remember you.
When the world stopped I was already lying down; Nimbostratus. I wanted to see the stars And the hope beyond. When the world stopped I sat up - I couldn’t see the stars, But felt a new hope ⁃ despite the rain. When the world stopped I stood. Not touching. Anyone. I hid my face. … Continue reading Poem: When the World Stopped
Desire. So easily sparked in the hearts of man. An incendiary, smouldering insidiously. Burning.
Shine your light in the deep well, Where the darkness swallows me. Dig dig down deep. You ex-ca-vate hope and love Buried beneath the clag. Cloyed, cramped, clumped. With your bare hands you dig, You scrape away the fetid, The thorns and the stones. I love your unsightly face Streaked in my ignominy, That gore … Continue reading Mud in the well…
Baby has cold. Baby has a cold; watery eyes, Snotty nose. Staccato cough. Cough. Cough. Baby has a cold; Mucus covered lullabies, halt. The night-light dim dimming in the day, And bunny lies lonely by his head. Baby has a cold; Baby's in bed. Out of bed, in my arms. Baby cries. Red eyes, Rosie … Continue reading Poem: Baby has a cold
I thought it a shame, as you click clicked That you missed the warmth of a small body, And the softest hair at his nape. As you swipe swiped, I wanted to name you apathy, but for your self-regard. I swallow around the tight ball To collect blinks, a lifted chin, a Precious smile. You … Continue reading Poem: Busy
Throbbing and dry. These are the eyes, Straining to see you, Through the darkness. Dimming then bright. Those are the stars, Splashing around you, Wonky star light.