When I see you skip
(as a pigtailed movie star)
along beside me;
Velcro shoes and grazed knees
up high,
I feel full.
Full of gratitude that your heart
is so light, so free
that your grey sock clad feet
cannot stay on the ground.
I feel full.
Full of contentment
that just for the moment;
that very moment
I might of
presented a world
where you shall not be grounded.

poem for seren books christmas card

I submitted to Seren books the verse below for their Christmas card competition – I didn’t win…


Here we are again.
Our bodies remember
the bends and hollows of each other.
Wrapped against the winter’s chill.

Your confident heart
reverberates within me.
Mine quickens
with your steadiness.

They dance a knowing tune,
A rhythm of remembrance.
As if young and light once more.

blog update January 2018

It’s been a year since I started recording poems here, mainly about experiences with my little ones. M is now one and R four, so inevitably ‘these words’ will change too. I’m exploring writing, as the oxytocin laden words of newborn first love (luckily for me, more than once) change, and they grow.

This site now has a ‘news’ page and ‘prints.’

I’m learning more, well starting to learn, about the craft of poetry too. I will record some of my endeavours here – as notes on my journey, so there will be more variety of subject, and form to come….


And still the lion roars.
Not of two years
atop plastic slide
public baby pool bound
dictating his terms
to the undulating savannah.

But as a mighty four-year captain
of playground pirate ship
leading, encouraging, commanding
his invisible crew.

I envy him.

Fully submerged in adventure.
Not toe in, nor lapping rolled up trouser.
But deep into the silky blue.
So submerged, my half-hearted, self-conscious shark
brings a flash of real fright to his busy eyes.

I envy him.
So consumed by the moment
that reality is make-believe.


Where else would you be
except here.
A king size made for three
sometimes four
when the night terrors wake.
Open all hours
for comfort and nurture.
You lie central
arms outstretched
Queen of the new world
in the warmth
in the aura of love.


I don’t understand
where the water goes, you said
as you interrogated
the waste pipe plumbing
to the sink at music class.
Your three year old stature
convenient for inspection.

A quizzical look on your face
a mirror of images
in the emotions book
we had read and practised
years before:
happy, sad, confused…
And my heart exploded
with an electric shock
of love
which coursed through me.

An espresso shot
to a decaf soya latte self.