How I Loved

How I loved those cosy winter evenings, with the screeching wind  slamming rain onto the living-room window. Me and my brother in pyjamas,  dressing-gowns pulled tight, snuggled into the warmth of our mum,  as she hugged us close, and heat from the glowing coals  tingled my unslippered toes. But how I hated the rolling of the closing credits of the latest Columbo mystery, knowing it was nearly time to leave the only heated room in the house. Continue reading How I Loved

The Midnight Drive

Being blinded by the early evening sun, I drove into the hospital grounds, searching for a space, any space in which to squeeze my car; this seemed such a long time ago as I stood in the dark, with space all around and only one vehicle to be seen – which was mine. I had entered the hospital grounds in sunlight but left under emptying clouds; I did not want to leave my son back there, struggling to survive, fighting for air. Go home the nurses said, go to bed, get some rest, come back fresh in the morning. Where … Continue reading The Midnight Drive

Eleanor Rigby’s Brother

I dragged my blue-grey fingers over the name you were buried with, black letters chiselled into pale cold stone sunk in wet unkempt grass, marking the spot where you lay alone with your dreams in death, just as you did in life. I was one of the lonely people, Eleanor, you never saw or heard me you never listened when I tried to help. I was always there, Eleanor, but to you I was invisible, I had no voice I didn’t exist in your world. They say, nobody went to your funeral but I did, I leaned against a distant … Continue reading Eleanor Rigby’s Brother

Early Morning We Walk

The silence, Meaning only nature, Cooing, Chirping, Twittering. The coolness of shortening shadows, The freshness of the awakening Spring, Breathe deep, The smell of the season’s flora, As the neighbourhood slumbers, As we, Early morning walk. It could be a Monday, Or a Thursday, Or any week day, In these days of different ways, But no, It is Sunday, And still it feels, Unlike the others. No church bells chime, No calling clang, But it is too soon, As, Early morning we walk. But even if later, The church bells are dumb, Redundant, Furloughed, Until a time to ring out, … Continue reading Early Morning We Walk

That Moment When Darkness Confuses (Winter)

That moment when darkness confuses, But wide open eyes see, When confusion heightens awakening senses, When the air is fresh and clear, Cold air smacks unprotected skin, And the stars in their multitudes, Become real, distant, yet near. That moment when he ran down the lane, Darting ahead, Running free, Beneath the star speckled sky, Wanting to be the first, The first to the five bar gate. Cocooned in the warmth of a protective arm. As a finger painted across the endless canvas, The Plough, the North Star, Orion’s Belt, Wonder filled those gazing eyes, When constellations and light years, … Continue reading That Moment When Darkness Confuses (Winter)

Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2

The lowering sun dipped and bade a sad farewell, Dragged golden rays into mournful slumber, Reluctantly it slid behind a band of grey, That sat atop the winter horizon. Translucent view through crystal eyes believed, The whipping wind enticed a flow of tears, Rather than happy recollections of long lost years. A view once shared and stories told, Now isolation presses down upon a soul, Recalling warmth and smiles and laughter, As memories pour down from wide open skies, Memories at the five bar gate. * The Five Bar Gate Series * Continue reading Alone – A Sad Farewell (Winter Now) V2