My heart is all a flutter

My breath just comes in gasps

Is it really true?

Or are they having a laugh

I’ve double-checked my email

And even printed out

The message from a PUBLISHER

I know it’s rude to shout

But I’m so excited

That they want to chat

I’m running round the house

Yelling like a prat

I really must stay calm

And wait quietly for the call

What if they want to tell me

It’s rubbish after all!

Perhaps I’ll do some cleaning

Dust and polish too

I really hate the waiting

It’s like an interview

I must pull myself together

Hold tightly to my heart

Oh how I hope they call me

Before I fall apart.



I am stuck

Locked in the past

A time of laughter and joy

So many happy memories

Childhood spent without a care

I wish I’d known

I wish I’d savoured every moment

It’s going now, fading, blurry at the edges

Like my memories

I’m scared

Scared that one day I won’t remember

I won’t smile, laugh or shed a tear

When looking back

At what once was…..





What is this thing called tele-o-vision?

That harbours images of rapists and murderers

Alongside dancers and bakers

That keeps us silent through its mindless hypnotism

Portraying death and destruction,

Amongst humans and animals

Family rifts and mounting debts

Teen mums, alcoholics and the unemployed

All come uninvited into our homes

We pause, we rewind, we delete

That’s no recipe for life

Turn off the image and turn on reality

Life is here life is now

Life is fleeting.Te

I See Many Things…


I see many things…

The deep furrow of wrinkles across your forehead when you are troubled

The way you run your fingers through your hair when you tell a white lie

Your tongue poking between your teeth when you’re concentrating

Fists clenched when talking about your childhood

The curve of your mouth when you’re pleased

The way your eyes sparkle when you play air guitar

And yet I didn’t see how life changed you and I

How we became weathered by the storms of our past

And I didn’t see the text you sent to say that you were leaving…

That Time of Year…


The sun rises and the sun sets,

Darkness falls and the moon nestles amongst the stars,

The blustery autumnal wind strips the trees bare,

A flurry of gold and crimson leaves,

Dance silently on their final journey to mother earth,

Laying out a blanket for winter,

All this splendour I can see,

I wish you were here to see it too.

Ten Years…


For ten long years I’ve stood at this gate,

For ten long years I’ve tried not to be late,

For ten long years I’ve packed a lunch box,

For ten long years I’ve tried to get dirt out of white socks,

For ten long years I’ve watched you sprout,

For ten long years school’s been my hangout,

For ten long years I’ve waited by the class,

For ten long years I’ve watched you through glass,

I’d do it again just to see you flourish,

Your tender heart I would nourish,

I stand beside you tall and proud,

My darling girl, stand out from the crowd!