I drove down your street. I had an appointment in that part of town And I needed somewhere to park. There was nowhere on the high street, So I turned the corner and realised where I was. I drove down your street And I felt a rising wave of feelings about you, Feelings I’d kept… Continue reading I drove down your street
Category: Poetry
Bloganuary 16: Passionate for a cause
What is a cause you feel passionate about? I've been thinking about this topic for a few days now, as there are lots of issues I'm concerned about but none that I would say I am passionate about. I was thinking climate change but then the idea came that behind climate change comes inequality. Inequality… Continue reading Bloganuary 16: Passionate for a cause
Last night
Last night I couldn’t sleep. I don’t know why. I tried sleeping on my side, on my front, on my back. My arm hurt when I lay on my side. My face felt swollen when I lay on my front. And when I was on my back, I would be kept awake by the lights… Continue reading Last night
The heatwave breaks
After so many days of breathless heat, rainfall sounds like music. The first drops like strings introducing the melody, then the full orchestra joins as the rain becomes a downpour, with thunder like timpani rolling wildly overhead. And when the performance ends the dripping and trickling sounds like applause and the footsteps of an audience… Continue reading The heatwave breaks
Morning music
I don’t usually do poetry but here is my attempt at haiku. I started to draft this in bed this morning. You’ll understand when you read it. Four thirty. Bird song. It wakes me. It is Sunday. I should be sleeping. Six a.m. Cat sings, Jumps on bed, paw in my face. Might as well… Continue reading Morning music
Tales from Tobhamhor 