Santillana del Mar, Cantábria, España

dimanche 18 octobre 2015

You will never see the sky again.
We shall not quarrel anymore.
You have set yourself free, left me
behind to experience
the aches of solitude,
and seeing the sun sink
beyond the roofs.
You took up all the room
but it was not your fault.
I cowered, hidden away
in the eaves, grabbing at crumbs.
You would fill the kitchen
with words and I would hurry
out of sight, not wanted,
no place for me.

mercredi 15 avril 2015


The cherry tree in full bloom in the rising sun
deserves a picture so I rush out and take it.
To cherish in Winter when the dark wet cold
sets in and my heart is sunken.

vendredi 13 mars 2015

To my Daughter

She is sailing without the wind,
bobbing on the waves.
Without direction she bales
out onto a smaller raft.
Deadlines on the horizon 
closing in.

What can I do to help her ?
She relies on us but in her mind
a storm struggles
with the sunlight.

Just out of reach the goals she sets
herself flounder with the dusk.
A long time will pass and once again
her eyes will open on the wonders
of the world.

mercredi 25 février 2015

Drizzle steadily coming down.
What if I could jump ship
and be folded into the arms
of oblivion. What if we could
spend our time walking
perusing the landscape under
a benevolent sky.

What if we
didn't have to think
about day in, day out;
sink into a cosy bed
sleep the time away
Listen to music and dream
our lives astray.

What if the sun lightened
every moment. The robin
and the wagtail brighten
the silence. An eternal spring day.