Poems
Adieu
We have exhausted words dear, the past’s too far away. There’s nothing more to say dear, naught more to do but pray.
La Ventana
Imbibing from the mountain A fountain of strength. Clouds break and form On the torn canvas of the sky And a butterfly floats by My reassuringly barred window On the world in which first I walked.
Gutter Love
Two pigeons canoodling in a gutter Make me utter the word God. Their fine feathers are ruffled by the breeze But they’re at ease outside the window Keeping a beady eye on me As I retrieve my Birkenstock’s and tiptoe out To shout His name from the laptop’s.
Happy Heels
It took a bit of building but it’s beautiful to see my new duck-egg blue shoe shelf storage unit, which only on the fourth attempt made it to me. And the difference that she makes to my bedroom, creating space and order, gone the heaps of clothes, which before...