The salt breeze

The salt breeze blew
the sadness back,
to my upturned face
angled as if to the sun.
Memories stroked my skin
gently ruffled my hair
flooded me with fondness
required me to remember.
The warmth
the familiar warmth caressed me.
‘I remember’ it said
and the tears flowed.
‘I remember when you were you
and we floated together.
When you breathed me in
and sweated me out.
When everything quickened your pulse’.

Ekphrastic poem

I saw them there that night
circling round
hand in hand, heart in heart
enjoying the wildness.

They worship me
mesmerised by the
depth of my beauty.
Hypnotised by my eternity.

I licked the sky
higher and higher
fuelled by their adoration.
I licked their downy fur
gave warm familiar pleasure.
I licked their shadows away
fed their intensity.

Pembroke Castle

We stood in the rain that day,
wind gusting, buffeting us close.
Two sisters, bellies full
and half full with child:
gortex coats stretching, not closing,
hoods drawn down, peaks dripping.
Mum, inappropriately dressed, as usual,
in fluffy white jacket with sparkles,
wool hat, no waterproof, no wellies.
Pop, flat cap topped, three-fleeced-zipped-in,
wrapped for the mountains again.

We stood in the rain that day,
huddled together:
not just for the photograph,
but for the fun of it, the warmth of it,
the great big silly grin of it,
high on the ramparts in a force six gale.

 

Memories of a family day out, recalled from a photograph.

full

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 but…

Reunited

Here we are once more,
our bodies remember
the bends and hollows of each other,
wrapped against the winter’s chill,
nestled.

Your confident heart
reverberates my slight frame.
My hesitant heart
quickens with your steadiness.
They beat their dance, a knowing tune
a rhythm of remembrance
young and light
once more.

submerged

Then, a lion roaring:
two years of age, on plastic slide
public baby pool bound
dictating his terms
to the undulating savannah.

Now a mighty four-year-old:
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 eyes.

basking

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
basking
in the warmth
in the aura of love.