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Poetry

Searching the gene pool

This week I used some embroidery threads which belonged to my grandmother, they are still in a bag from Lynwood Fashions, her clothing factory in Harare.  I was named Ursula after her and recent thoughts have been around how much of her, lives on in me.  Strangely my grandfather’s name was Clifford and my husband’s name is Clifford.  Ursula and ... Read More »

Windows and Doors

Today’s writers bootcamp exercise did not  come easy, but they got me writing and that’s what counts.  There is no wheat without chaff.  The topic today is Windows and Doors.  I started out writing prose but it was not working so switched to poetry. Some People are Windows, Some people are Doors Some people are windows gazing  through glass Invisible ... Read More »

Writer’s Bootcamp, ‘I just couldn’t live without …’

Today I came across Writer’s bootcamp and wanted to play, was surprised that this was written in about 15 mins. I cannot live without music The very pulse of life The blood and the blade which cuts like a knife I cannot live without harmony The magic which it weaves The stuff of reality and the stuff of dreams I ... Read More »

You’re the voice in my Mind – Leonard Cohen tribute

Yesterday I came across a sponsored post by Weeva on Facebook calling for Letters to Leonard Cohen with a view to presenting him with a book containing these on his birthday.  I love a challenge and I love Leonard Cohen.  I wrote this tribute to him to fit the rhythm of ‘Bird on a Wire’  and to use the song ... Read More »

Carousel – Poem

CAROUSEL Painted ponies circle To tinny, manic refrain The scenery, on repeat Again and again and again Slack hands hold futile reins Cling to lonely little joys Private little pains No awkward eye contact no face to face Comfortably kept apart by carefully measured space Lone rangers each of us Playing at pretend Riding wooden horse with imaginary friend traversing ... Read More »

Remember our mortality

On Friday I went to a funeral.  Barbara died suddenly and unexpectedly.  There was sadness, some anger and so many untidy loose ends.   The scythed shadow has fallen over all my thoughts since, but it is so hard to articulate the fractured thoughts, feelings and impressions.   This poem tries to bind some thoughts.  Mortality must not be forgotten, today and ... Read More »

Falling out of Love – Poem

I once asked friends for a topic to write a poem on and was given “Falling out of love with the person you thought you would be with forever.”  This was a tough one and I mulled over it and eventually came up with this.  Enjoyed the challenge, thanks Kerry FALLEN FEATHER Springtime love, Vibrant unfurling Silk falling Revealing Just ... Read More »

The Conversational Bully

The conversational bully Cares not a jot For your humble opinion (which frankly is rot) He listens only, for half a pause A point of entry To further his cause He raises his voice A wall you can’t climb breaking your thought chain (It’s not worth a dime) The question of course is does he win? hard to tell when ... Read More »

The value of reading good writing

Over periods in my life, I often feel creatively dead.  Day to-day mundanities stifle the part of me that I love most. Reading average books creates average thoughts and starve my spirit of stimuli.  Last week I finished reading Philip Larkins novel ‘A Girl in Winter’, the quality of the work immediately reawakened the part of me which fully appreciates ... Read More »