A single ant marches purposefullyAlong rivulets of mossLike external arteriesClinging to weathered bricks She watches in stillness and silenceNo longer a slave to timeSimply no other place to beNowhere to feel needed Her place is here for eternityAn orchard of trees in SeptemberBearing their favourite fruitA reminder of a shared lifetime Leaves flutter against autumn’s […]
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A Little Picture in Black and White
Slippers shuffling along the carpet creating little static charges like tiny fireflies, Agnes carried the tray containing a pot of Earl Grey tea, willow-patterned cups and saucers, a little jug of milk and two generous slices of their favourite, shop-bought, Victoria sponge towards the fireplace. She set the tray down and then rubbed her hands […]
Worth The Wait
Cold, empty, winter daysIn a house bought for twoShe silently, patiently waitsMarking time with her pain Immaculate in his absenceShe makes a home for oneWhilst a smiling bride and groomWatch her pitifully from the wall In pursuit of a life-long Antarctic dream;Summers with scientists beside icebergsHe pleadingly requests her blessingWhilst sliding her easily into the […]
A Million Ways To Listen
We just made it! It was a miracle. We stepped inside into the gloom with only a few minutes to spare. A softly spoken lady in a black trouser suit and white shirt beckoned us in, as if expecting us. Five pounds each. Cash only. “Come. Come!” We quickly fumbled for coins, fingers shaking. She […]
From The Men’s Room and Other Places
It’s been very stormy in our little corner of Lac Leman in the last few days. It’s a welcome change after weeks of stifling temperatures; after sun-baked days in over-crowded playgrounds with over-heated, over-tired children and over-stuffed bags bursting at the seams with water-bottles, sticky lolly wrappers, already-drying-out baby wipes and greasy bottles of melted […]
A Dialogue About Sex
My throat is dry, my voice is shaking. It feels alien to me, as if it isn’t my own. It doesn’t sound like me. It sounds childlike. Fearful. I am uncomfortable. My solar plexus feels as if it will implode and somehow take me with it. How can I still feel so afraid? I feel […]
Raging Zoo by Jane Prinsep 