Voice

This seems poignant now. I wrote it a few years ago. Blue Sky, or, Requiem for a planet? Speak now…

But I opened it in May

Life Hoop – poem – I wrote this in 2008 at the end of a relationship.

My arms extended You grab both – Like modern dance – Throw them away in one oscillation- I swim underwater, muffled, stifled ears, mouth closed, then surface – I tread water. You are composed – Walled into your sleek rubber dinghy Like Jonah inside his proverbial whale. The water bobs – I dive – Swim

After Emily Dickinson – The Bible’s just a book – Right?

“They will go, like sheep to the slaughter” – keeps ringing in my ears, ” It will come like a thief in the night” – seems poignant and clear, ” For the former things have passed away” – definite, and true, “Many will be deceived” – passionate, yet confirming fear, And then, “Neither will there

Hermione Wilds: Rubbed out Artist

I wrote this for an artistic children’s television presenter called Mark who died several years ago.   The light you clipped – Cut. The hue you rubbed – out. The light you Marked – drawn. The thumb you pressed- loose. The face you crafted – shattered. The eye you cast – crushed. The wire you